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letra de sh**in' me - d4l

[chorus]
uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one

come on [x17]

you sh-ttin me a [x15]

dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, sh-ttin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,sh-ttin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,sh-ttin me,d4l
aint what’s happenin sh-ttin me,cant rap and make this hot track, sh-ttin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,sh-ttin me,o dats real platnium on yo
neck, sh-ttin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, sh-ttin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, sh-ttin me, tellin
me you got dem pe fo 13, sh-ttin me,thinkin i’m gone keep takin this shout money, sh-ttin me, dem spree aint got you -ss geeked up, sh-ttin me, talkin u
bout want yo money back partner, sh-ttin me, what you thinkin i’m a lame n-gg-, sh-ttin me, telll them cops on the west side think i’m slow, sh-ttin me,
ther aint nu kills on this side ,sh-ttin me

[chorus x17]

they talkin bout the stunt broken m-th- f-ckin sh-ttin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers n-gg-‘s will see,i’ma a made man tyrin to get these m-th-
f-ckin millions, have my sh-t stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no f-ckin friend of me, d-mn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
hang around, yall can’t even be fin no ten of me ,sh-ttin me d4l is my real click,dem the only n-gg-‘s i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a
habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many n-gg-‘s
wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, d-mn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park b-tch well buy that, sh-ttin me,
alwayz talkin bout f-ckin lintin me get some where, i don’t need no broke n-gg-‘s round me,

come on

[chorus x16]

all my gangsta’s, all my thugs, they sh-t on you, you f-ck em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,sh-ttin me, that’s all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
f-ck wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, atl gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a b-tch ,
you sh-ttin me, you think i’m lyin when i say i’m pop by bill, b-tch,you sh-ttin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real b-tch you sh-ttin
me, you think i’m playin o wi this steal you sh-ttin me, we stand on corners and cus, we h-ll to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
that’s me click, i don’t care who you wit d4l runin sh-t, we got the hood on lock b-tch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up ’cause , in the hood everday,
like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo

[chorus x16]

- d4l

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