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letra de numerals - dd caine

[chorus]
he wanna trip, we making a trip
we got the fye, think he got the sticks
i pop a nina, gotta dip
15, the knife replaced my lil nine
16, i’m still riding by with a chip

[verse one]
my semi on heavy, ghost-riding the whip
where i slide, know my weapon of crime match the fit
i leave the hood just to pop up the trunk in a cadillac ‘05 where my rivals are kin
i don’t do time, i move forward rewind so i cover my lines and desired attempts
i’m slangin’ iron, this heat touch your chest you’ll lay flat with your legs folded, crying for breath
won’t make it obvious, don’t need an audience stopping the hobbyist playing innocuous
glocks start to brawl while his face perceives c-ckiness
hollows is gnawing at jaws ‘til they pop and split
macs make em scatter like roaches, leave no matter patterned just bag her, then trash her right after, then slather the ronsonol over the battered then flash outta state so it’s no face to capture

[chorus]
he wanna trip, we making a trip
we got the fye, think he got the sticks
i pop a nine fore you drop a dime
11 at night and 12 at his crib
13, was outside, recharging the clips
14, i’m higher in price, gotta dip
15, the knife replaced my lil nine
16, i’m still riding by with a chip

[verse two]
i dipped from florida, i’m ducked in alaska
there is no heat besides what i got packed up
i got no enemies out in the blistering cold so i’m chillin’ with no need to act up
i met an eskimo out here, he showed a map of hotels round the skag
and i found one to p-ss, i get me a key to go to my hotel room and kick off my shoes as i start to relax
i hear a knock at the door
i check the peephole and i don’t see n0body out
so to my -ssumption, they had the wrong room so i grab the remote and i go to lie down
just when i start to unwind, and open the blinds the let in some light
i don’t see nothing cars half white and half black with the red and blue lights on the cap of the rides
returns, is the knock at the door, i am now cornered and i have no way i can leave, but take a chance and i go to the door but this time it’s confirmed that i’m hearing police
i take a breather, prepare for the reaper
and reach from my sneakers and sprint at full speed, out of the window and fly off the balcony, all my brutalities caught up but still i won’t let em catch me

- dd caine

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