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letra de drop pin - daboii

[verse: daboii]
heard —– speakin’ on my brother, till them boys to drop pin
backstage at the show, you know we snuck the chop in
my lil’ bro a janitor, you know he love to mop sh-t
n’ free my brody out the slam, that —– love to drop sh-t
i got 10 on me now, show me where the opps live
i hit the b-tch and her friend, lil’ baby know i’m toxic
yeah i done made it out the trenches, but still love a thot b-tch
if police don’t pull up driving crazy, i done get your car flipped
you always focused on them hoes, boy you ain’t never locked in
from the north to the west, —–s know we locked in
—–s know we locked in, p-ssy —–s locked out
they pop that sh-t up on the net, but never with the pop out
summertime, carties on, i’m cruisin’ with the top down
i love when i get that call, b-tch another opp down
fn 57 b-tch shoot baby chop rounds
aim my glock on a stranger, why you talking hostile?
this —– died, and he ain’t slide, heard he was tryna cop out
stop all that lyin’ in them songs, that some sh-t you not ’bout
i threw a switchy on the b-tch, but 30 heard a chop sound
2 am leaving the club, i’m walking with the glock out
i mix the virgil with the yeezy, had to bring the sauce out
she keep accusing me of sh-t, like what the f-ck you talmbout?
popping percs back to back, i can’t think in this b-tch
[?] asked what i saw, i can’t see, not for sh-t
daydreaming bout them bands, i never think bout a b-tch
oh you don’t think that hoe f-cking? you don’t think, not a bit
you don’t think, not a bit, use your head dumb —–
summertime in the winter, don’t get fanned up
now when they was popping off the shots, where your mans was?(—–)
pass a b-tch to the gang, i don’t handcuff (b-tch)
and b-tch you better not push on us, [?] up in the sprinter van
b-tch i don’t give a f-ck, i ride a plug, i ride a middle man
b-tch, where i from b-tch we ain’t get st-rdy, we just thizzle dance
boy thought he was off a perc 30, that’s a skittle fam
bro ain’t try to send no pop shots, he tryna k!ll a man
that boy ain’t try to make it up to god, say he’ll k!ll again
—– sounding hard up in these songs, when he k!ll a-
where i’m from they call me d-boii, but i’m still the man
[outro: daboii]
uh-uh but i’m still the man
call me d-(uh), b-tch i’m still the man
huh, [?]
boy ain’t send no pop shots, tryna k!ll a man
hey, ona gang —– (ay, ay)
ay, ay you know where we hang —–
ay, ay you know what i bang —–
you know what i claim —–
sob the gang —–
b-tch

- daboii

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