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letra de no losses - dez

((verse 1)) n-gg- i’m winning by a landslide, you can’t find, someone who spit better, you’ve lost your d-mn mind, if you think you can stop me from shining, this for the fellas drug dealing and ladies sliding, down the pole, to provide food and clothes, for their children, started from the floor, now we riding with no ceilin, my heart is colder, than the place that sarah palin, was the governor of, the 9mill is what i always shove in the glove, compartment, for n-gg-s who start sh-t, got big guns that’ll make your car flip, ya songs get, a thumbs down from dez, you sit down and p-ss, but unlike u, imma true g, i write dope bars on loose leaf, then watch it turn into a new p, l, a, q, u, e, if you gon cage a rapper for words on a few beats, you might as well, lock up actors for k!llin’ in movies, this sh-t is comical like d. l. hughley, it’s only entertainment dawg, f-ck da fame i want, respect and power, my n-gg-s knew we’d make it, no doubt crept in our, minds, we predicted we would be at the top, i’ll get your corpse wrapped for a kool g and a box, of popeyes chicken, a drive bys wicked, imagine witnessing this, all the time, where i’m from it’s like columbine, daily, i lost count of how many n-gg-s wives swallowed my babies, any n-gg- that say he’s, in my bracket, told you a huge fib, if i punched you in ya face you prolly would sue quick, i’m proving my doubters wrong and makin them suffer b, now my wallet is wider than barry white’s dungarees, i’ve come to thee, conclusion, that rap needs new blood, cuz it’s been getting crippled by these wack dudes who put, alb-ms out that, lack quality, like aaron rodgers, i’m packed properly, the gats c-cked for these, haters who wanna see me fail, f-ck ratting, i’d rather d, i, e in jail, the ghettos in need of males, who are positive role models, before it’s too late, and there ends up being a whole lot of, future generations dealing with the same old problems, coming from a broken home got me addicted to cold bottles, of liquor, fake people is who i’m so tired and sick of, on the road to riches, i’m going full throttle these ciga, rettes, are sold in stores, they cause cancer, but if i sell dope they’ll put my -ss behind bars faster, than barry sanders can move on the field, every time i’m riding you know that the mawf-ckin roof gon peel. ((hook)) losing ain’t a option, yo these dreams of having millions is constant, dollar signs is heavily on my mind and, if you ain’t talking dough i consider it nonsense, uh uh, n-gg- losing ain’t a option, losing ain’t a option, n-gg- losing ain’t a option, losing ain’t a option. ((verse 2)) hood n-gg-s’ll do anything for the paper, they’ll shoot for washington like markelle, i drink liquor till my bladder empties quicker than r. kell’s, in sean bell’s, memory, i guzzle 50 shots of tequila, i’ll never tell on my fam, no, i’m not a squealer, i heard your music, wasn’t impressed, didn’t feel ya, the top is where ya, will never be, i cleverly, arrange words, i’m not afraid to let k’s burst, i spit a insane verse, on all of these d-mn joints, i got so much flamboyance, and swagger, my n-gg- you ain’t got mega, star potential, in a battle i’ll dead you, i kid you, not, the lead you shot, got deflected by my teflon, i’ll k!ll mc’s everyday of the week, except on, sunday, cuz i wanna, catch patriots play jets on, tv, plus granny begging me to come to church, on my block there’s pistols on hips, and vestes under shirts, don’t test dez i’m the first, to fight the last to run, so please don’t let your homeboys gas ya up, the wackest stuff, comes from your rhyme book, i got these rap guys shook, them n-gg-s hate me now like that nas hook, it’s cuz i’m more popular than they are, my lyrics h-t them like some bullets from a f-ckin’ ar, 15, n-gg- my goal is to get green, cuz i’m tryna have my f-ckin neck glow and wrist gleam ((bridge)) the flow is impeccable, staten island is what i rep the most, i’m in a league of my own, plenty freaks imma bone, jesus piece with the stones n-gg-. this rap sh-t is a stepping stone, to unlimited checks and hoes, compet-tion’s deceased i got the throne, n-gg-s leach, y’all some clones, you’ll never reach my level. ((hook))

- dez

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