letra de canada dry - dee play4keeps & dudeylo
[intro: dee play4keeps]
baow, baow
why he running? where the f-ck is he goin’?
where the f-ck is you— (ayyolucas, you heard)
o’s up never gzz, you heard (it’s kosfinger, baby)
[chorus: dee play4keeps & dudeylo]
they block like canada, this sh-t dry
i-i know a opp who think he gon’ come up, from dissin’ our guys
n-gga, n-gga who you? you still must be off of that deuce
[?], y’all layin’ back with yus
i’ma do you like bishop, throw you off the roof
when i say every trap, b-tch i mean that
i’m in the bronx, tryna see where the gz at
he said he smokin’ the bros, he don’t mean that
i walk him down with the .g, make him eat that
we got glocks, different gens if you need that
wе in the field, n-gga wherе is your cleats at?
[?], just me and damo
i throw like eight and he only three back
[verse 1: dee play4keeps]
ahh
that’s what you hear when he hit
one shot make his whole body twitch, i’m talkin’ bout .762 when i spin
sh-t, we gon’ see when i run into jenn
i ain’t gon’ lie, when they mention my dead, i be ready to crash out
bro start the v, let me hop out
i’m on they block, goin’ dumb like a dropout
[verse 2: dudeylo]
i want rec’, so i face all the opps
by myself, i’ma come to your block
just me and you, n0body there
i’m tryna see who the first one to drop
ahh, like why would i stop now?
no b-lovee, but i can’t put this glock down
most of my friends i grew up wit’ is opps now
o-block baby, i’m trained to put opps down
[verse 3: dee play4keeps]
put your hands on your shoulder
and just do it like this
then you gotta get real low, start swingin’ it, call up the makk, half glitch
then you better start harlem shakin’
[?]
two o’s and we shot where you live
you forgot what i did with .g, what i did?
[chorus: dee play4keeps & dudeylo]
they block like canada, this sh-t dry
i-i know a opp who think he gon’ come up, from dissin’ our guys
n-gga, n-gga who you? you still must be off of that deuce
[?], y’all layin’ back with yus
i’ma do you like bishop, throw you off the roof
when i say every trap, b-tch i mean that
i’m in the bronx, tryna see where the gz at
he said he smokin’ the bros, he don’t mean that
i walk him down with the .g, make him eat that
we got glocks, different gens if you need that
we in the field, n-gga where is your cleats at?
[?], just me and damo
i throw like eight and he only three back
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