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letra de not in here - daddy rose

[sean price]
first of all you b-tch n-ggas acting all f-cking silly’s
see and they recognizing how real this rap sh-t could really be
fortify colt 45 like i’m billy dee
pop you, you will do for k!llas be filergy
sean price nice with rhymes, y’all not feeling me
till i slap n-ggas now y’all feeling me literaly
it’ll be a cold day in h-ll ‘fore you see ruck
you’d rather see o.j. in a cell
type the one to run up on your block party
jump off a dirt bike
spit physical flame to the crowd straight hurt mics
and f-ck out with this b-tch ’cause her skirt’s tight
she ain’t giving up no f-cking p-ssy ’cause you turned nice
sn-tch your chain ’cause i figured that’s worth like…
two, three hundred, gas money to the turn pipe
next thing i know helicopter and a searchlight
dang, i gotta go
[chorus] daddy rose & (rock)
ruck, rock and daddy rose
(’cause who we got in here?)
where y’all going with that bullsh-t?
(but not in here)
f-ck y’all clown n-ggas
(loud and clear)
you could do what you wanna do
(not in here)
brownsville dawg
(who we got in here?)
where y’all going with that bullsh-t?
(but not in here)
f-ck all y’all clown n-ggas
(loud and clear)
you could do what you wanna do
(not in here)

[daddy rose]
daddy red rose my last name, n-gga perceive with caution
coming bling-blinging y’all won’t be leaving flossing
i’ll break the pie down and eat in portions
throw five b-lls at the crab and leave ’em scorching
the smoke from the cannon leave ’em coughing
f-ck a b-tch then break out ’cause daddy leave ’em often
y’all like birds who don’t fly south, y’all freeze in winter
fall off and die just like trees in winter
we’re in the project with hammers c-cked waiting for the ds to enter
i’m surrounded by petty thieves and petro-gods
thugs who’re brand new in the game like metro cards
like hoes with gonorrhea, my gun’s they discharging
brownsville to nova, hit captains then we hit sergeants
laying sh-t down with the ruck and the rasta
i’m daddy rose aka the glocksta
put your brain in your pasta
now you remain sleeping with the lobsters
clowns i lay ’em down like sleepy babies
soon as they blink their eyes they meet through 80’s
i’m cross between napoleon mind and the holiest mind
he’s sober on the satan but his rollie is mine
[chorus] daddy rose & (rock)

[rock]
yo, you know they bumping investors up the block
you better cop that sh-t, pop that sh-t
get shot that quick, that’s it
rock back-flips y’all chumps, diss y’all punks
blow up the spot by all the ugly fat chicks y’all hump
i know too much, i get you touched
i’m well connected; your moms will stick you up
she singing heltah skeltah sh-t but ain’t perfected
brownsville i’m repping it, we move in disguise
’cause n-ggas here to name and they expect some sh-t
aww d-mn!!! who da f-ck let rock and ruck in here?
where? where? over there, they cut their hair
confused yo ass for two ‘fros in the 2 o o o
oh but still bumming like a yugo
steal a jag, chip yo front t–th yo
hit hard this life in the group home

- daddy rose

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