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letra de push the button - dark lo

[verse 1]
only go to war with ab if he push the b-tton
yeah i did that n-gga dirty, he was good for nothing
gunfire with something, they k!lled the b-tch he cuffed him
he turned to david ruffin, i turned on [?] and punched in
on [?] i build with nipsey hussle
nowadays, shoot you faster, i ain’t built to wrestle
dial in my pocket, whole city in trouble
on everything, “[?] what it mean?”, the whole city a bubble
head fragments with slow reactions
no gang sh-t, but they say we active
out of towners (know the action), every jordan (need a paxson)
and i don’t speak on n-ggas’ fed cases, stop asking
that’s disrespectful, watch who you sitting next to
they hit him something special and they was unregretful
you say you got a block to run, i might invest in you
f-ck the money, i got your head, they wouldn’t find the rest of you
cut off his fingers
ran off on the plug, cut off the ringer
my charge was misdemeanored
lawyer said, “don’t worry about it, dude, i got to clean up”
i forgot to lean up, [?], clean cut
unfashioned livings for mathematicians
got the word from his men, the stash was in the kitchen
sort of like swat how we blitzed in
movie sh-t, k!ll his men, i’m on his gold first was in
i peeped the b00by trap then reversed the van
just when i thought i was out, they pulled me back in
“lo, you know the feds on you, why you’re rapping?”
in the booth, my p-ssion, a year from now, you has-been
obh n-gga, i’m known to crash events
n-gga, f-ck the cops, 5 percent my [?]
i went to shake his hand and this p-ssy flinched
you’ll probably jump a fence if sh-t get intense

[hook]
shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open
shot for shot like the bar open
shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open
shot for shot like the bar open

[verse 2]
f-ck a tattoo, get my face statued
the hardest n-ggas out, the other rappers cat food
if i call [___] down, he gon’ act a fool
if i call [___] down, he gon’ black at noon
they heard i caught some beef and i ain’t get back to ‘em
i don’t never call them down, i love ‘em, wouldn’t use ‘em
i get my hands dirty, brick victor cruzed them
they did it the long way, broke it down to nicks and moved them
“what’s good, beloved?”
looked at his fake smile, “what’s happening, cousin?”
this desert eagle tre pound clip hold a dozen
you’re better off vacation, dominican republic
i popped a xan, now i’m sluggish
my life a movie, i should get it published
feed the streets relish, my name clean when i’m going to paris
northside, we was on parish
out the country smoking paris, barrel poking like a terroist

[hook]
shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open
shot for shot like the bar open
shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open
shot for shot like the bar open

[outro]
only go to war with ab if he push the b-tton
yeah i did that n-gga dirty, he was good for nothing
gunfire with something, they k!lled the b-tch he cuffed him
he turned to david ruffin, i turned to [?] and punched in

- dark lo

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