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letra de komplications - da$h

[intro]
f-ck 12 -distorted-
like half a pint in, ain’t even 10 am
[?] wouldn’t be proud
be ashamed of you f-ggot -ss n-gg-s
rip screw
uh

[hook: da$h]
masks up on our faces
so we never caught the cases
young n-gg-s trapping, rapping
now we living dangerous
never gave a sh-t
so what we wanted
yeah, we take it
pistol in my lap i’m just avoiding complications
it’s 30 in this b-tch i get to busting, ain’t no aiming
it’s mr. never lacking
packing, every situation
[?] reach [?] f-cking high that i’m chasing
f-ck ’bout being famous, my n-gg-s poppin’
i make it

[verse 1: da$h]
i’m sick of n-gg-s lying
f-ck everything that they rhyming
i’m riding through your hood
you were never there, you hiding
it’s like the playing manhunt
these p-ssy n-gg-s ain’t stand-up
before they throw they hands up
these f-ggots [pull they cam up?]
[?] i’m on my pimp c docket
sh-t, wonder why a n-gg- ain’t died yet
six lines, seven ounces, ain’t high yet
nine blunts, ten pills, i ain’t flying yet
b-l-k-o-u-t-b-o-y-z
’til i’m six f-e-e-t
yeah, you know me
dolla general, second in command
[?] in the middle of my hand
you wasn’t down with the f-cking clique
if you ain’t have no [?]
just understanding
but enough with the sentiment
intelligent degenerate
you buying, then i’m selling it
rollin’ with some predicates
goin’ where the cheddar is

[verse: $ha hef]
f-ck aiming, i’m shooting at will
he dead but i’m shooting him still
my pops told me shoot ’til he still
he p-ssy go in for the k!ll
black market be k!lling forreal
my young n-gg-s shoot for a thrill
where i’m from, we don’t pray for a deal
miracle, you get bond or appeal
every night i sleep tight with the steel
my lil billies go fight for a meal
i pour fo’s in my sprite ’til it spill
you might just lose your life on a drill
da$h told me “get ’em”
i got ’em all
wasn’t gon’ leave ’til i shot ’em all
smoked on the piff ’til i spot ’em all
if it’s a stain, then we spot ’em all
b-tch watchu need, know i get it all
roxies, got oxies, got tylenol
po’d up an eighth and i nodded off
he was running his mouth ’til i shot it off
chopped up the body, then drop it off
[nose?] on the shotty, we chop it off
if it’s a problem then pop it off
‘fore i have to c-ck this rocket, knock it off
i was really getting trap money
percocet and that crack money
you can come and get a pack from me
still clap a n-gg- if he act funny
off every drug, i’mma blackout
still riding ’round with the mac out
water whippin’ beat the pack out
now it got me bringing all these racks out

[verse: man z]
mugga back up on his grind
i think i’m losing my mind
n-gg-s be lying
n-gg-s be dropping them dimes
baby girl don’t waste my time
[?] is fine
business calls all on my line
all ’bout them b’s and i’m fine
n-gg- that’s righteous
all of my n-gg-s they tight
they gon’ get money and fight
then hop on the flight
squad deep
know the set i claim
always let it rain on my side of town
graduated from the streets n-gg-
with some henny stains on my cap and gown
xans all in my draws homie
that white man in my pocket
f-ck 12, i don’t know sh-t
b-tch kod, you can’t knock it
glock in the studio we stay
life [and?] them diamonds everyday
run to the money no relay
bring that sh-t back like a replay
shorty let’s kick it like east bay
she wanna f-ck me when she say
gimme a minute then we play
m-i [dama quince?]
i just be tryna get my chicken
n-gg-s cry broke, and they all b-tchin’
over the stove, and the hoes whippin’
after they done, clean the whole kitchen
i’m a real n-gg-, don’t know snitching
all by the bag, all i know riches
all on the fill, all my foes pitching
slice up your neck, have your throat missing

- dah

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