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letra de d.o.t.s. - daddytraxxx

[verse 2: carlini]
yeah, it’s daddytraxxx or nothing, all that other sh-t is wack
everytime i run it, late lean brings it right back
they gon’ hate me when i snap, the rebecca black of rap
boost mobile chirping, like bruce, where you at?
sipping kamikazes ’til we’re out of lime juice
she says, let’s get more before i forget to remind you
you should sell that dope, like what the f-ck? i’m too high, boo
you’re so lowkey, like, baby boy, how did i find you?
ay, she wants to put her number in my flip phone
i just rolled another, like, carlini, how’d you get throwed? been a minute, she’s like d-mn, baby, how’d you get growed?
the lady wants to know, she’s to busy tryna bite though
blue rose harvest, trimming season, is it just me
or should we keep rolling, blowing smoke to the breeze?
what a precious moment, hope we never, ever leave
always laying daddytraxxx with the fourth meal fleet

[outro: late lean & (carlini)]
(b-tch)
(ay)
(ya)
(yeah, it’s coming down in sheets)
(yeah, we motherf-cking feem, ho)
(ay)
(skrt)

- daddytraxxx

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