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letra de doin bad - d-lo

[intro: d-lo]
can i talk to ’em one time?
(asiah, this for you, baby)
i just wanna talk to ’em, man
rude boy
d-lo, look, ayy

[verse 1: d-lo]
i ain’t never had a job
n-gga sixteen, dropped out of school just to rob
n-ggas they don’t know my struggle though, they don’t know
that i was broke half the time at my shows, tryna bubble though (tryna bubble though)
i was gettin’ like five bands a show
man, them five bands were gone before i made it to the o, no
now i’m thinkin’, “when my next show is?” (where my next-)
like f-ck it, i gotta pimp this ho b-tch
shout out to ghazi, man, he saved a n-gga life
’cause i was down doin’ bad and he threw your boy a bag, ayy
yeah, i done been homeless before
f-ck a flat air mattress, i done slept on the floor, no
only n-ggas that i’m down with is my brothers
and them n-ggas really smother sh-t, yeah i love you, b-tch
when john died, i gave my last to his funeral (when john)
the way my brother died, i swear to god that sh-t ain’t usual
ayy, i went to jail, spent like twenty bands (spent like twenty bands)
went to jail again, spent another ten (spent another ten)
i pray to g-o-d he got a plan for me (plan for me)
i want all my n-ggas rich ’cause they’ll blam for me
my brother shedded blood for this rude boy sh-t (for this rude boy sh-t)
a couple n-ggas ain’t breathin’ ’cause this rude boy sh-t (’cause this rude boy sh-t)
ayy, my brother shedded blood for this rude boy sh-t (for this rude boy sh-t)
a couple n-ggas ain’t breathin’ ’cause this rude boy sh-t (’cause this rude boy sh-t)
ayy

[chorus: nemz]
i remember when i didn’t have money
used to grind all day, lookin’ bummy
ayy, but that sh-t wasn’t funny
ayy, i got a pocket full of money now, yeah
this how it feel to be rich
if i show i what i miss
i count up all this money
make sure they with strips

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
since i made it to the top, i been gettin’ money
but tell me where was you when i ain’t had no money
i was strugglin’ on my own, had to make it to somethin’
i remember when my daddy said i wouldn’t be nothin’
i lost my brother, too, before my second tour
i wish he made it with me on that tour
then i lost my uncle on the third tour
then i lost tre after the post-tour
seem like every time motherf-ckers gotta take someone from me
i done lost some close friends and i still love ’em
still slide down n-ggas blocks tryna k!ll somethin’
’cause you ain’t never felt this pain, you ain’t feel nothin’

- d lo

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