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letra de done it b4 - dexfrmda4

[intro]
(luna piped me up for this one)
brr
free draco
8564
bounce out gang (they got wooskii on the mix)

[verse]
road runnin’, i done done that sh-t before (i done that sh-t before)
pole jumpin’, bro ‘nem done that sh-t before (jump your f-ckin’ gate)
we [?], know we love that sh-t for sure (we love that sh-t)
done mention gang, we pull up tweakin’ and get ghost (and get ghost)
don’t at me t–thin’ on not ‘net, that sh-t for hoes (that sh-t for b-tches)
and we don’t brag ’bout what we do ’cause that sh-t show (n-ggas know)
they sayin’ they tired of hearin’ that sh-t, b-tch, free thе bros (b-tch, free the gang)
and every n-gga that playеd with us, they got exposed (got exposed)
i’m out with ruger, we in traffic, double ‘bows (snowman)
and only thing he seen was flash, couldn’t strike a pose (baow, baow)
and if it’s up i’m on your ass, i’m lettin’ you know (i’m lettin’ you know)
f-ck tryna diss me, show your face, let’s get it on (let’s get it on)
i’ll hop out tweakin’ with this glitch, i bet he gone (brr)
srts, we switchin’ v’s, no, we don’t own ’em (skrrt)
b-tch, we want ten for a striker, we ain’t boldin’ (no, we ain’t boldin’)
and lil’ folks better tuck his ice if we don’t know him (if we don’t know him)
he say it’s sweet comin’ through this b-tch, watch, we gon’ show him (we gon’ show him)
like sendin’ this pic’, we hit the block, we pop out throwin’ (baow, baow, baow)
and all these b-tches choose, don’t trust her, that b-tch go (that b-tch thot)
audi a8 ridin’ low-low, this b-tch foreign (this b-tch foreign)
392, red key, this b-tch roarin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
high speed chase, we left the jakes, this sh-t gettin’ borin’ (sh-t get borin’)
call up bibby, where you at? you know he scorin’ (where you at?)
couldn’t blame him for that sh-t, can’t lie, this sh-t get borin’ (uh-huh)
nah, for real, i hate the streets, these n-ggas turn into the jakes (the jakes)
out here turnin’ on they mans for these bands, these n-ggas snakes (they snakes)
out here playin’ in the kitchen like this sh-t sweet, get your ass baked (cooked)
n-ggas know that i ain’t friendly, get to close get your ass faced (baow)
i been workin’ for the fam’, can’t let ’em down, that’s somethin’ i hate (nah)
opps be postin’ on the ‘gram like they outside, what? i was late?
[outro]
man, what the f-ck, man?
rah, where the f-ck is you at, bro?
what the f-ck, bro? (goof-ass n-ggas)
where the f-ck is you at, bro?
i’m in the back, i’m finna pull up
on stone, your ass— bibby, what the f-ck, bro?
and bring that with you, foe, bring that with you, foe (brr, brr, brr)
come on, man, you know i’m on the way, n-gga
grab that, grab that, grab that, grab that, brr, brr, brr
b-tch, we on that

- dexfrmda4

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