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letra de slutty money - dd caine

[chorus: dd caine]
a n-gga text you, where you at? you tryna slide?
i jump in that whip, no double backs, somebody dying
ain’t tryna right a wrong, i want him left up in the sky
i’ma do him wrong then tell my n-gga “bust a right”
up them poles, we making ho money
stick up, rob his ass for some show money
foot on his neck, make that n-gga say he ain’t hold nothing
your stripes done cost you a check, you ain’t on your own thugging
we’ll smoke security, n-gga, f-ck up your whole function

[verse 1: lp rambo]
my n-gga asked for favors then said “never mind”
told him just be patient, he gon’ get it down the line
standing on my tens and i still ain’t drop a dime
boy, your rollie trash bag, that’s a waste of time
up them poles, i bet he go running
foenem takes his designer clothes from him
and you dont want none of my bros to find your nose running
he from the opps then we stalking him like he owed something
i let him feel that .40 caliber he ghost hunting
cold nights, cold ice
man, i wish a n-gga would, any nights a wrong night
and i’m smoking on this wood, i been high the whole time
i ain’t cuffing up, i’m good, i heard you the ho type
i come from a cold place, ain’t no winning
you think we done sending shots, we just beginning
we shooting ‘fore we know who in it, don’t pull up tinted
living life all day, all night, ayy, whole time
[chorus: dd caine]
a n-gga text you, where you at? you tryna slide?
i jump in that whip, no double backs, somebody dying
ain’t tryna right a wrong, i want him left up in the sky
i’ma do him wrong then tell my n-gga “bust a right”
up them poles, we making ho money
stick up, rob his ass for some show money
foot on his neck, make that n-gga say he ain’t hold nothing
your stripes done cost you a check, you ain’t on your own thugging
we’ll smoke security, n-gga, f-ck up your whole function

[verse 2: dd caine]
f-ck your power, cause when i charge, i’ll catch a battery case
no holds barred with me, i’ma spark ‘til i see ashes and brain
ain’t no cap on me, bobby shmurda
i’m dashing soon as the word up
it’s static, bend the antenna tune in after he slain
d-mn, a n-gga made the news and i just left him in the past
line his head up for a headline, clippers buzzing fore the gash
ten bullets just turned him to ten dollars of the pack
when i smoked him, had to smoke again with no intent to pass
ayy, trigger finger itchy, i’m scratching on my bl!cky
i tote twin pipes on me, this one bobby, that one whitney, ayy
roll out with the autos, love popping them semis
bl!ck scratched like a lotto tick’, rounds i got plenty
face gator on purpose, the town won’t forget me
when you said it’s cracking you shouldn’t have meant me
n-gga you met me? sh-t can get heavy
you can get popped and then hit with the chevy
i keep my temper as cool as my heart
when i’m heated i snap, go as far you let me
now he all drippy, should go with a ten piece
don’t beef when you fried, no exceptions, not any
now he all drippy, should go with a ten piece, no exceptions, not any
[chorus: dd caine]
a n-gga text you, where you at? you tryna slide?
i jump in that whip, no double backs, somebody dying
ain’t tryna right a wrong, i want him left up in the sky
i’ma do him wrong then tell my n-gga “bust a right”
up them poles, we making hoe money
stick up, rob his ass for some show money
foot on his neck, make that n-gga say he ain’t hold nothing
your stripes done cost you a check, you ain’t on your own thugging
we’ll smoke security, n-gga, f-ck up your whole function

- dd caine

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