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letra de from the beginning - damedot

[intro]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)

[chorus]
welcome to the motherf-ckin’ trenches, the home of sellin’ dope
gettin’ money, f-ckin’ bad b-tches
you know i’ve been up on this real gutter sh-t from the beginning
b-tch, my diamonds like a bad-ass kid, always hittin’
when it’s smoke in the air, y’all p-ssies always missin’
y’all broke n-ggas jokes, i ain’t never been a kidder
i ain’t know that was your ho, i got the head, i ain’t hit her
b-tch, i got so many blues in my pocket, i ain’t crippin’

[verse 1]
if i ever retire from the streets, they’d miss me
i’m the motherf-ckin’ king of detroit evidently
b-tch, my old-school sh-tty, thinkin’ ’bout goin’ bentley
sendin’ my n-ggas to the ten, spin around, mike bibby
i just ran through a dub, ’bout to blow another fifty
got bored, took a trip to go stream in vice city
brodie got so many hats, knockin’ n-ggas off they fitted
need a porta potty with me ’cause my ‘fit always sh-ttin’
her head great, a, this b-tch passed every test
throw the autopilot on, get some head in a tesla
it’s the five-letter family, we ahead of the rest of ’em
when i’m feelin’ stressed, she know to throw that neck, no question
threw the diamond tenants on my b-tch ankle like a tether
if you want me, you f-ckin’ me and her together
when i hit the titty club, leave a ten and we exit
diamonds in my watch, i can’t even see the time it’s telling
damedot
[chorus]
welcome to the motherf-ckin’ trenches (yeah), the home of sellin’ dope
gettin’ money, f-ckin’ bad b-tches
you know i’ve been up on this real gutter sh-t from the beginning
b-tch, my diamonds like a bad-ass kid, always hittin’ (ice, ice, ice)
when it’s smoke in the air, y’all p-ssies always missin’
y’all broke n-ggas jokes, i ain’t never been a kidder
i ain’t know that was your ho, i got the head, i ain’t hit her
b-tch, i got so many blues in my pocket, i ain’t crippin’

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’ve been the best, i’m just a hundred times better now
this money make her cum, this b-tch a hundred times wetter now
you was f-cked up, i got all my n-ggas doin’ better now
he was a stand-up n-gga, did some ho sh-t, then we sat him down
what hurt the most when people you love let you down
you want the ice-ice, you know we got the best around
my shooters stay on go, that n-gga don’t mess around
one day this n-gga walked inside a house and tried to pat me down, f-ck you on?
i ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ heart unless it’s chrome
let it be known, if it’s any smoke i’ma get you gone
i’ve been gettin’ money ever since i had a flipping phone
we don’t f-ck with n-ggas that be doin’ sh-t we don’t condone
i ain’t never been a weight lifter, always off the strong
at the shows, bad b-tches always wanna tag along
i don’t need no help ’cause i can do this sh-t all on my own
when i feel like lookin’ for my opps, i might deploy a drone
with me it’s the
[chorus]
welcome to the motherf-ckin’ trenches, the home of sellin’ dope
gettin’ money, f-ckin’ bad b-tches
you know i’ve been up on this real gutter sh-t from the beginning
b-tch, my diamonds like a bad-ass kid, always hittin’
when it’s smoke in the air, y’all p-ssies always missin’
y’all broke n-ggas jokes, i ain’t never been a kidder
i ain’t know that was your ho, i got the head, i ain’t hit her
b-tch, i got so many blues in my pocket, i ain’t crippin’

- damedot

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