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letra de fuckin wit ya'll - d. lynch

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
i’m a beretta, a go-getter
mo’ wetter loretta, dope-getter
so better for weather, no never
so clever, go whether or not the teapot or the beef might settle
feet on the pedal, mashin’ music
blastin’, swervin’, drivin’ fast
in the wrong lane
but i ain’t tripping ’cause i’m getting my cash in
motherf-ckers want to lock me up
’cause i gang-bang, smoke weed, don’t give a f-ck
i bought my lil football team a bus
on the grind trynna find time, lettin’ rеal n-ggas shine
figaro on the low, let thеse n-ggas know
boss dogg, boss paw, just to let ’em know
when i came through the door, i bang with the four
motherf-cker, i’ma bang with the o
i’m the crippin’ kitchen, spitting at b-tches
flippin’ the switches, my n-ggas in richmond
the real k!llers, guerillas
wig splitters, heavy hitters, ya dig it?
now trip, a lot of n-ggas like to say what they gon’ do
but i’ma f-ck with y’all, cuh, ’cause i want to
a lot of people say it’s bad for my health
but i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m a match for myself

[hook: snoop dogg] (x2)
i stay f-ckin’ with y’all, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all
a lot of people say it’s bad for my health
but myself, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all

[verse 2: d. lynch]
making hits like my name was john gotti
like i got thugs and hired goons waiting in the lobby
slugs leaving blood traces on your brand new audi
from busting out shots from out a new bugatti
all forms of consciousness fully remised
like a mother buying crack with her two young kids
from out the two one fifth, where they do dump clips
for pigmentation, whichever way the shoe done fits
take another shot, b-tch, let’s f-ck up the program
get stopped by cops, smoking on rosecrans
make a little cash, they wanna put me in a toe tag
thrown and locked in a cell, injected with some prozac
it’s california, where the weed and where the hoes at
a nine to your t–th, now tell me where the dough’s at
it’s california, love all these california thugs
creeping in your b-tches each evening, trynna catch a buzz

[hook: snoop dogg] (x2)
i stay f-ckin’ with y’all, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all
a lot of people say it’s bad for my health
but myself, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all

[verse 3: d. lynch]
grab your mask ’cause we gripping fat stacks
and if you talking back, then it’s ratatat-tat
we this and we that, come with pistols and bats
sipping on yak and rolling fat stacks
spark up the blunt while we make another timeless
you know you gone, blood vessels in your iris
haters keep on watching, they crucified in silence
this sh-t is war, i’m addicted to the violence
gossip, talk, then you all getting shot
sue me, b-tch, go run and call the cops
run and duck when we rolling down the block
’cause stupid d. lynch straight don’t give a f-ck
talking big game ’til someone pulls a nine clip
now you’re sweating bullets like a cop with a side b-tch
come and step to us if you feel like being lifeless
pulling seven figures, never know what this life is

[hook: snoop dogg] (x2)
i stay f-ckin’ with y’all, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all
a lot of people say it’s bad for my health
but myself, i stay f-ckin’ with y’all

- d lynch

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