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letra de it'z dat wild west - deala

[deala]
[intro]
oh yeah, cowboys with tha phat hats comin’ so hard n those hard times are right now n here
deala gonna represent it

[1 verse]
small town, there is no any enormous hound
commited the crime n ain’t been found
it was some kinda da main thang described briefly
i gonna recite ’bout one day dat’s so sh-tty
once upon a time people had a binge
no one was on the wagon n they fall into the ditch
but rich persons knew their goal
it stands for depletin’ all of them n makin’ the dough
so, the weather was hot
b-tchеs were wet n wantеd to fucc so hard
’till they can’t anymore with a real loud roar
as a matter of fact, they helped the robbers come in da buildin’
from dat moment there was no chillin’
and b-tchin’ or snitchin’ was punished with a lash
you will face the gat if you wanna stash
yeah, everyone had to hit the deck
it was like in the modern movies ’bout robbin’ da bank
without any tank but with a high rank
[hook]
don’t, don’t test wild, wild west
if yo’ ass ain’t got a bullet proof vest
you do? get ready to get stronger than a f-ckin’ flu

[2 verse]
their goal was to deplete
wanted to complete dat sh-t n they did
put on tha table the d-mn feet where one person did read
it was da huge mistake ever made in a mankind
don’t know they’ll get blown their f-ckin’ mind
so wide-ass b-tch say you’re cursed
everyone started to watch how he is grabbin’ her purse
dat person stuck knife in his leg
grabbed the d-mn gat n busted a cap
in the back of the assh0l- who plans to run thru’ tha shack
so, it’s like that
but to be exact it ain’t nuff to have one holster
‘cuz in dat gang there are too many mobsters
and other bustas wanna get the dough too
they even ready to take down any kind of da crew
all m-th-f-ckas are in here without any fear
prepared to toil fo’ the dough with one cup of da beer
and no one puts the f-ckin’ rear

[hook]
[3 verse]
what ’bout continuation of dat some kinda battle?
m-th-f-ckas start to cry like a stupid-ass cattle
when they knew who dat silent person is
run around the saloon like doin’ da striptease
even cattle much smarter than these d-ckheads
apart from underground tunnel there aren’t any tracks
snacks fly off the table
everyone’s lyin’ behind the bar counter n don’t gamble
man shoots straight between eyes
his tactic is too wise, no lies
duz it without any price n not fo’ the rice
ready to k!ll all mice
suppose info ’bout him is a total secret
apparently, he’s not from the community dat’s midget
he has got an unknown name
neva wastes his time on playin’ lame game
got rid of all bustas in a venue with the ease
made all of them make the striptease
so, on da wild west you ain’t get a bliss n there’s no any peace
it’z dat wild west!

- deala

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