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letra de back 2 skoo - daboii

[intro]
ah, ah it’s time to take some n-ggas to school
ha, take them n-ggas to school ah
it’s time to take some n-ggas to school

[verse]
it’s time to take these n-ggas to school
wanted me dead for years now, still ain’t makin’ a move
i ain’t forgot about that sh-t, i’m just playin’ it cool
b-tch it’s the lion of the jungle and i came wit’ the zoo
there be gorillas, vultures, hyenas and bears
wonder if i was to leave, like who even would care?
death around the corner, no peace in the air
and when we catch you n-ggas loafin’ we be leavin’ you there
and that’s what it is, what it’s been, what it’s gon’ be
i’m a hot boy but wit’ this glock i’m a cold piece of work
granny told me go to church
she want me in them heavens wit’ her, if i ain’t there then she’ll be hurt
need to get my life together, ‘fore they put me on that shirt
you gotta watch who claim they love you, them the ones that hurt you first
n-ggas b-tches, hoes and n-ggas switch them bombers when that skrrt
i ain’t touch on that sl-t i treat the b-tch like she had germs
teach the game that i had learned, what i see not what i heard
down b-tch what i got, dumb sl-t what i curved
laid back countin’ up, game straight as a perm
got the hammer rockin’ wit’ me, they’ll take before they earn
and all this wave ridin’ gettin’ pitiful
follow every trend you see on twitter, b-tch you typical
i just want the neck, i’ll off myself you catch me kissin’ you
talkin’ crazy d-mn near fun as f-ck, ’til this here clip in you
how the f-ck you claimin’ you a shooter? ain’t no skit in you
claimin’ you a dog, you feel more kind i see the b-tch in you
i’m just talkin’ sh-t but everybody think i’m lyrical
it sad how broke these n-ggas is, my b-tch gon’ shed that tear for you
the way i f-ck up the booth you thinkin’ i’m funkin’ wit’ it
to the neck wit’ the mic need no co-defendant
my mama call me when she need me ’cause i’m so dependent
and all my n-ggas two hundred it ain’t no pretendin’
lord you could off me wit’ that chop if i tell a lie
my b-tch a ten in the face yeah she h-lla fine
you a punto, lol i’m a spanish guy
i make a opp shoot his self n-gga cheddar bob
remember strugglin’ wit’ moms, dinner outta that can
anything i own is yours how thankful i am
and i don’t wanna f-ck yo’ b-tch but i probably can
i know you wanna bag my b-tch but you probably can’t
all my shooters got them drums, d-mn i came wit’ a band
he ain’t movin’ like we move, kick ’em out of the clan
and everybody not a boss, gotta know where you stand
just sit back and wait yo’ turn, that’s what make you a man
and if she thick, she get two words, got and d-mn
and all that time you’ve had to think, still ain’t got no plan
if they don’t get it on they own no props to them
and they don’t like us over there, we opps to them
b-tch it’s daboii, no stoppin’ him
and if yo’ name on paperwork, can’t rock wit’ him
ain’t never lie, narcs and hoes, i lied to them
and you can meet the man in the mask, you die from him
b-tch

[outro]
took them n-ggas to school
haa ha, took them n-ggas to school
little -ss boy took them n-ggas to school
wanted me dead for years now he playin’ it cool
ha, on the gang

- daboii

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