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letra de deebo - d smoke & snow tha product

[intro]
sup smoke?
nothin’
what you got on my [?]
nothin’

[verse 1: d smoke]
queens shinin’, kings grindin’
blinding light that we let off is so thorough
sleep time and harvest
starvin’ artists often turn to martyrs, no euros
but we endure with spirits purer than the diamond, ran through fire infernos
but run up on us, ain’t no easy come up, we’ll one up a b-tch n-gga
super
rocket on my waist i’m poppin
it could be apocalypse, the f-ck i gave went off the roof, roof, roof, roof
chocolate n-gga with lots of [?] n-ggas all are loose, loose, loose, loose
[?] in figure i follow, i figure my father coulda been a doctor but he choose, choose, choose, choose
to park at the crib with a huff of the [?], tony stark, light up a n-gga, woo, woo
[?]
[?]
[?]
i been on this since since i was watching [?] and [?]
no regard, we don’t offer condolences
sharpen a sword and get to barking like f-ckin’ napoleon
i’m og homie in mi casa
[?]
i’m in the field like a running back
100 black gunnas hunting for my enemies
suffering succotash, you suck ass-
[chorus: d smoke]
n-ggas got me f-cked up
hoes got me f-cked up
haters got me f-cked up
even the bros got me f-cked up
n-ggas got me f-cked up
hoes got me f-cked up
haters got me f-cked up
even the bros, wait f-ck it
deebo

[verse 2: snow tha product]
mexican b-tch with a chip on her shoulder the size of a boulder that got you ’bout to blow yo’ top off
better known as little snow but i’m cold and so doper than dope and godd-mn it, i just know yo’ jaw drop
when i walk by, you better hold yo’ thoughts
rocks ’bout to turn to water ’cause you know snow’s hot, yeah
take your b-tch, pass her off, pack her out, [?]
you grind for the b-tch, she in the back of the bus lockjawed
look, i don’t know who the f-ck raised you dudes
you d-ck riding, hoppin’ on and off waves too soon
y’all be crying n0body vibe with the way you move
you got a problem with a real one, b-tch say you do
better say it wit’ you chest like you a man or somethin’
your mama went through labor pains just to raise a little b-tch
you should try to take stand or something
heard the sh-t you tryna drop, that wasn’t it
[?]
[?] what you gotta for me?
[?]
[?] you know what the f-ck this is
[chorus: d smoke]
n-ggas got me f-cked up
hoes got me f-cked up
haters got me f-cked up
even the bros got me f-cked up
n-ggas got me f-cked up
hoes got me f-cked up
haters got me f-cked up
even the bros, wait f-ck it
deebo

- d smoke snow tha product

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