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letra de drills n stuff - d rose (n15)

[verse 1]
boom, fly through the door, everybody face-down on the floor, don’t play
i heard you got boxes of yea and bread in low so we’re take in peace
you can ask their bros when it comes to the smoke, who’s got that in bulk no games
i done did it in ends, done did it in ot with the reload on me
you can ask anyone about rose
when the wind takes my head there’s no ‘hold in peace’
last time i went ’round there with a whoosh
forensics cleanin’ up loads of streets
let me not say no more ’bout that cah it’s all factual, we don’t cap on beats
big bro says i should take my time
i haven’t been o for 100 days
and i already had the ends phone working
i already went fishing and bleached my blade
done took so much man out of vampin’
i think it’s time that they call me blade
same way i’ll do it with the bros, i’ll do it on my own
one thing, let me set that straight
i’ll grip my ching and swing and swing ’till i see nothing but bone and veins
nan caught onto my shower man ways
and thought i was stuck in the shower man phase
now she just says i’m a reincarnation of one of them man from the shower man days
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout in the uk, i mean overseas where the shower man stay
where they lean and press and stretch and kweff anyting that step in a shower man way

[chorus]
i hear ’nuff man talkin’ ’bout drills and stuff
i just tell them “be real, it’s bluff”
i can put that sh-t on the 5, gang spillin’ up juice like we filled them cups
same way i did it in ends, i did it in o, i don’t give a toss
just hop out the truck and fling two shot and pray that everyting drop
i hear ’nuff man talkin’ ’bout drills and stuff
i just tell them “be real, it’s bluff”
i can put that sh-t on the 5, gang spillin’ up juice like we filled them cups
same way i did it in ends, i did it in o, i don’t give a toss
just hop out the truck and fling two shot and pray that everyting drop
[verse 2]
just leave me alone, i was ot for three in a row tryna 300
man can’t tell me ’bout walk with gun, man step with gun like [?]
real bad man, shot people yuh know
gunshot leave him all feeble, yuh know
while dem boy does a leak ‘pon street man jump and breeze it yuh know
like zoom, zoom, man haffi breeze and speed
’nuff times d rose squeeze and leave
had to tell the driver “don’t stop at all”
now man’s all feelin’ like banton did
how many times did i get me a reload and get rid of lizz and buju banton quick now
man can’t tell me ’bout trap cah i been tapped from kway in the bando, k
when we pull up they dash cah we skud it and slap
like how many times did we get ’round there, no phones, tryna turn them ash
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout losin’ control at the wheel when we skkrt on the paves and crash
if you’re holdin’ entry and exit wounds, the mandem’s doin’ up jump out gang
tell my young boy do it like jason if he sees the blues and twos, don’t play
‘member when i f-cked up, made the same mistake, had me in a f-ck [?] cage
then i came back better than ever
belly got bulgin’ from all that cake
i had 6 pack, belly still fat on west green road just flyin’ ’em bait

- d rose n15

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