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letra de street boot camp - dc2trill

[intro]
(mike g you can’t do this to ’em, man!)
yeah (flea)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
hit the dash on the freeway, in my own lane
wock man on some bullsh-t, but the tris came
i told them, when i get the chance, i’m a show my abs
i don’t know where the f-ck my boy is, but i’m a smoke his ass
you with the street n-gga, boot camp
get him out of here, he’s not stamped
they ride my wave like rubber ducky
we these street n-ggas, f-ck dummies
pull up, and i turn the nozzle
do the dash, like f-ck a copper
momma told me face my problems
[?] got plenty toddlers

[verse]
black lamb, like bruce wayne
i’m doing straight, i can’t complain
double cup is full of pain
i’m with apes, no orangutans
your a plain n-gga, you sip plain
macaulay culkin, she home alone
pop rp’s like melaton’
this right here, her favorite song
she blow me like a saxophone
crack o’ dawn, i poured a eight
lil moe, how your cup taste?
they gon try to k!ll me just to get in my place
n-ggas tryna take my spot
double cup is full of wock
she look posted like the broom challenge
couch potato, i’m getting cabbage
sipping codeine out my [?]
you don’t like me, n-gga, sue me then
sipping on green, he gon turn into ben
adventure time i feel like fin
new dimension, i feel like morty
in the house just like cory
n-ggas salty, just like squidward
smoking grass just like teddy pender’
[chorus]
hit the dash on the freeway, in my own lane
wock man on some bullsh-t, but the tris came
i told them, when i get the chance, i’m a show my abs
i don’t know where the f-ck my boy is, but i’m a smoke his ass
you with the street n-gga, boot camp
get him out of here, he’s not stamped
they ride my wave like rubber ducky
we these street n-ggas, f-ck dummies
pull up, and i turn the nozzle
do the dash, like f-ck a copper
momma told me face my problems
[?] got plenty toddlers

[outro]
your call has been disconnected
goodbye

- dc2trill

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