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letra de d's mafia - dalle (musician)

[intro]
i could show the world
how to smile
i could be glad
all of the while
i could change the green skies to blue
if i had you

[verse 1: lil neev & heffy gone crazy]
live in a shack ‘cuz that’s how i shake
my rhymes they wack but that’s what i make
heffy’s ass is so fat it’s a birthday cake
they say that they drowning, but they in a lake
postin’ on ig, that sh-t is so fake
yo neev, keep going
neev, neev, neev, neev, neev
lines are flowing inside of my head, when i’m awake or when i’m in bed
get kicked out, now i’m in the shed
colors and colors, a whole lotta red
now i’m seeing a whole lotta green
b-tch i’m truthful, i ain’t tryna clean
i don’t try to be rude
girls think they her with that sass and that ‘tude
girls think they her with that sass and that ‘tude
b-tch shut up, just show me them nudes!
[verse 2: dalle & jackb]
yo, do yo thing dalle
got my eyes on the prize, i’m on a mission
stackin’ up paper, no competition
money, power, respect, that’s my ambition
only way up, no intermission
i’m living my dreams, nothing can slow me down
i know where i’m going, i won’t turn around
i’m goin’ up in the world, no coming down
pretty much unstoppable, now i’m living my dreams, nothing can slow me down
eyes on the prize, i’m focused on my goal
puttin’ in work everyday, make sure that i grow
i’ve been through the lows, now i’m at an all-time high
puttin’ in the work, make sure that i don’t die
d-d-d-dalle on the beat, dalle with the money (uh)
why you actin’ funny (uh)
nothin’ but a fanboy
keep my money, keep my throwin hands boy

[verse 3: jackb]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
b-tches don’t know me like i’m austin powers
got a nice girl and i gave her some flowers
but i be dissing old hoes on the beat
i gave them a rose, one that likes yeat
look at my fouls, i am elite
rub half a minute, then get a treat
life is so short, but it is sweet
call me the bulls, ‘cuz this a three-peat
dalle put me on this ‘cuz i’m a spitter
i pick up my exes ‘cuz i do not litter
life has those endings that are quite bitter
my mom didn’t raise no mof-ckin’ quitter!
[outro]
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