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letra de dope slanger / goodbye everybody - dc2trill

part 1: dope slanger
[intro]
uh
i gotta catch the beat, gotta catch the beat when that red kick in
(nick on the track)

[chorus]
i’m a dope slinger
real n-gga, ho bagger
toe tagger
benz truck, 4matic
drank addict
designer clothes, n-gga, bag it
b-tch, my habits
every day cost a rackaid

[verse 1]
you a b-tch n-gga
crumb sn-tcher, penny pincher
talking down
pocket watching, hand-me-downs
out of hope
no ether, no smoke
ain’t got no hoes
lil moe, please front me a four
you can bet the h-llcat srt, it’s gon’ smoke that lil’ chevy
he smoking dope with the guys, we ran in, he wasn’t ready
we gon’ shoot that n-gga grave if he think he makaveli
they going broke like mc hammer, free my dogs, i’m not ricky
b-tch, i’m a body buyer
drank baby, pacifier
drank buyer
[?]
n-ggas calling me a rebel, but h-ll nah, i ain’t roddy
and i feel like master p, my n-ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
[chorus]
i’m a dope slinger
real n-gga, ho bagger
toe tagger
benz truck, 4matic
drank addict
designer clothes, n-gga, bag it
b-tch, my habits
every day cost a rackaid
i’m a dope slinger
real n-gga, ho bagger
toe tagger
benz truck, 4matic
drank addict
designer clothes, n-gga, bag it

part 2: goodbye everybody

[intro]
(nick on the track)
yeah
i got pressure
uh-huh
alright

[verse]
man, i need a vacuum seal, i’m finna ship some sh-t out
jordan peele, it’s just us, i told these n-ggas, “get out”
told me i need to stop the drank, i couldn’t believe i’m out
b-tch, drank baby the reason that we got that house
somebody call this n-gga b-tch and tell her we robbed her spouse
leaning, geeked up, dumping ashes on the mat and couch
n-gga, you see me in the flesh, then it’s some drank around
my partner got some stones in his ear, they cost a hundred thou’
park my right pocket on my left, it’s like twelve thou’
n-gga, you an outcast and i ain’t talking andre thou’
i’m tired of eating wagyu, n-gga, i’m finna try some cod
i’m in atl like cascade, maybach skate like shad
yeah… n-gga, nevermind
perc’ dropped in my system, now i’m optimus prime
pulled my n-gga to the side, told him he can’t get a line
even if a n-gga stepped in h-ll, i’m still gon’ keep my fire
dropped on her knees and gave om-doo-doo-bop
i can take a pineapple soda, turn it to keenan pop
n-gga, don’t worry ’bout where i get my glock, it’s where the demons shop
if a n-gga tripping to tokyo, then the k pop
smoke a n-gga while he driving for uber just like yung joc
i could buy you a birkin, b-tch, but i need a watch
it’s pointless beefing with you n-ggas, i need some richer opps
knowing every word to my song and it ain’t even drop
sold that p-ssy n-gga some— it wasn’t even drop
exhausted off a half a pint of lean, i need to go to sleep
matter of fact, pass that rp, n-gga, i’m finna geek
you be f-cking dumb ugly hoes, i be f-cking geeks
i’m tryna f-ck this hoodrat ho, i’m finna flash this cheese
raised in concrete to the moon just like hercules
finna pepper spray this broke b-tch ’cause she too close to me
slap a p-ssy n-gga with my left hand openly
i inhale tris and wock’, that’s an expensive breathe
six thousand just for the pound, that’s an expensive seed
i’ll smoke a n-gga and play sad, i’m a different breed
stevie wonder the only n-gga can say he can’t find me
f-cked up, putting wockhardt in my iv
flunkie, p-ssy n-gga, or a snitch can’t get close to me
bro put me in the game, now i’m shooting threes
i’m walking ’round in the mansion, i’m pouring threes
six b-tches in the big body, it was drafting me
kick a p-ssy n-gga through the window like rick james
n-gga, this car’s one in fifteen, we need like six lanes
i can ball hard and come back like tory lanez
bought some sh-ts with a f-cking hundred, told ’em, “keep the change”
yes, you got a lot of guns, but you don’t wanna hurt n0body
n-ggas know i’m best friend with gunners just like yak gotti
b-tch, i feel like dej loaf, let a n-gga try me
finna buy a pint and see big moe, goodbye everybody

- dc2trill

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