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letra de too real - datrix

[intro]
(okay, daniel)

[chorus: datrix & adonis]
aye
s-step on these n-ggas, don’t run, i’ma catch you
whip out the mac, if i see, i’ma blast two
you had a head-start, how did i pass you (gang)
don’t lose your life over bein’ so extra
you n-ggas play chess, while i’m playin’ checkers (yeah)
we spit that fire, bring you to the nether
f-ck up your members, the k!lling aesthetic (let’s go)
(adonis, bro, stop playin’ b-tch)
where you been, n-gga? i’m pushin’ these p’s
movin’ these p’s and these pints, when i step in the scene, got these f-ck n-ggas nervous
(you wanna be gang, you need you a body)
t-t-the way that i’m livin’, i’m not goin’ to heaven
n-ggas be sinnin’, i got more than seven
count up these bullets, i count more than eleven
[verse 1: datrix]
(one and two and three and four)
too real for these n-ggas, they don’t understand
i make me a bag but i first had a plan
dead like your stan
n-ggas on d-ck, when i run up this chop’, n-ggas turn to your fan (yeah)
i send these threats like a bomb, if you wanted to go straight to a war, we can head to iran
b-b-tches on d-ck, they be on my body
morty and rick, whip up the molly
i see these f-ck n-ggas b-tchin’, i told them to stop it and pick up a weapon
(stealin’ yo’ girl, she look like a dolly)
run up the stick, watch these n-ggas get nervous (woah)
bully the opps, i’m the biggest disservice (on god)
e-e-empty the clip, we gon’ cause a disturbance (let’s go)

[verse 2: adonis]
like why the f-ck these n-ggas actin’ real nervous?
n-gga be walkin’, like where is your permit?
pockets be green, they be lookin’ like kermit
spendin’ my bag and i made it right back
lovin’ the way that the glock hit ‘em up
n-gga start runnin’, i’m callin’ and goin’
walk down with shots, he get hit in the guts
get put on the news, n-gga, that’s tough (on god)
seein’ your candles, i’m blowin’ them out (d-mn)
just like my n-gga said, choppa go pew
n-gga be stupid, i swear that he dumb
feed him this perc’ then i had him his gun
pop out the cut and he do it for fun (pop, pop, pop)
smoke with that stick, we gon’ get us a dub
money be stackin’, i don’t want do ones
only want hundreds, you trappin’ for none
[verse 3: datrix]
we k!llin’, we k!llin’, we really dope dealin’
the patek gon’ come, it gon’ shine through the ceilin’
we make a few mill’ then hit up the store
got fns and chops, but i really want more
like d-mn
n-gga be whippin’ it up, ravioli
king of this sh-t, no one really gon’ hold me

[outro: datrix]
king of this sh-t, n0body real gon’ hold me
f-ck n-gga play, we gon’ aim at his homie

- datrix

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