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letra de mr. not nice 2* - dc the don

[intro]
vader beats
all these motherf-ckin’ f-ck n-ggas can’t smoke with me
n-gga made a diss, but we only know him locally
ayy, turn that sh-t up, mxtt
trademark!

[verse]
all these motherf-ckin’ f-ck n-ggas can’t smoke with me
n-gga made a diss, but we only know him locally
make him hokey poke, big chop, yeah totally
trade young range, ain’t no motherf-ckin’ holdin’ me
n-gga you illiterate, we don’t know you socially
all gassed up, but you wanna sell more than me
brodie he pretending, he ain’t really where he ‘sposed to bе
dumb ass jit, roll him up, and smoke the weed
aye, wakе up in the mornin’, grab my glock and my rosaline
cook him in the pot, dc workin’ with the millitary
make the wrong move, stupid n-gga, meet your misery
hot in the car, with no sound, drinkin’ hennessy
pop in the cut, now that n-gga getting jittery
george get away, got me feelin’ like i’m hillary
he ain’t takin’ out, we gon’ get his ass delivery
yeah, this is some trash sh-t, ladies and gents
38 baby, it make no sense
red robin young, pass that b-tch, she assist
pop out lil’ b-tch had her spit on my lip
i drink that b-tch like a dog, then i dip
what did he say? he gon’ get hit
boom, boom, boom, clap they ol’ ass from they-
i need my money, its really that simple
pop and moon jump, and n-gga you get popped like a pistol
bang, n-ggas vanish, my n-ggas gon’ triple
put a sack on we hawk on your ass n-gga, simple
she ’bout to (woo), we gon’ clap at the whistle
n-gga stop tryna bite, you cannot get a nibble
put money on his head, and i sit back, and i sit back and get ’em
fell asleep with my bible, my henny, and pistol
hold on, this bop, man this b-tch, she disgusting
she gon’ give me that baggie, please, no interruptions
we gon’ run down our hill, man no topic, discussion
and your car lil’ b-tch, we gon’ do it, no bluffin’
baby got ass, got a whole lotta m-ffin
we just hopped in a jet, they know we up to somethin’
get it off one time, and this b-tch keep stutterin’
line up then, run up, we runnin’, we rush

- dc the don

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