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letra de damn right - detroit l-o

[verse 1]

at in n out, they asking if i want regular fries or curly
bags is packed, en route to cali, i’m catching the bird early
ignoring the diss tracks, how i do these n-ggas dirty
take his b-tch, i got her wetting up my head like a swirly
met a girl named shirley, i dropped some game in her temple
thought that it was complex, but it really was simple
i talk to god myself without a pastor or a deacon
cuz that collection plate reminds me i should be leavin’
i be in atlanta with women that’s georgia peachin’
n-ggas need to pay attention to what life be teachin’
land, sea and air on my travels, i’m on the move bro
get a piece of mind from the ghetto, you’ll never lose bro
shock em til they get popped eyes and call me bruno
cuff a hoe when h-ll freeze over and look like pluto
check the itinerary when we land in the city
got my road dogs with me
bombay got us tipsy

[hook]

d-mn right, we love the life we live n-gga
sacrifice, exactly what we did n-gga
from the heart & soul is what we give n-gga
(for the love of the dough?)
shidddd n-gga
d-mn right, we love the life we live n-gga
sacrifice, exactly what we did n-gga
from the heart & soul is what we give n-gga
(for the love of the dough?)
shidddd n-gga

[verse 2]

bro if its gon cost my soul, n-gga i don’t want the bread
if she don’t talk with a lisp, n-gga i don’t want the head
n-ggas be going crazy when they eating the tw-t
but strap up to f-ck, bro do you trust her or not
i was woke the whole flight, writing songs with the fire in my eyes
pay attention, you will see there is no lies
cause
the ultimatum is liveraw or die forgotten
b-tches giving you the fruits when they apple rotten
my generation got skin soft as f-cking cotton
cuz every time he speak the truth, they wanna f-cking block em
you squaring up over b-tches, and now you wanna box em?
yo punches soft, i ain’t know that we was sock em boppin’
cheap thrills get you off, but for me it k!lls
b-tches deep throating produce to show they head sk!lls
f-ck a cuc-mber, come and chop down this lumber
you was fascinated by it, so you told her you love her
sucka

[hook]

[verse 3: audemar audi]

put a bag on the body, ain’t no prost-tution
brand new glock, praying i don’t gotta use it
bro did the ruccis on the benz and now he riding stupid
i just told my n-gga lo, we making timeless music
the little b-tch heard i swipe i said you d-mn right
feds heard i swipe, i said that that’s a d-mn lie
and yea dog was the fresh prince
til they plotted on him like hanc-ck
now he tryna see how much his mans got
he just took a perky, pour the fo inside a red pop
yea
and now he ready for the headshot
he just loaded up, he want some dead guys
potato on the barrel, they ain’t said fries
he just want some cash, he might do the mashed
he might do the dash, he ain’t waiting now
he said, d-mn right, we gon’ take em down

[hook]

- detroit l o

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