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letra de veteran - dg the mob

[verse 1: mountain mxn]
they say i’m not relevant
i do it for the h-ll of it
you dug your own grave
and you went and f-ckin
fell in it
p-ssed like kelly
gonna catch another felony
i’m lookin for the ops
yeah i’m lookin for the enemy
presidential moves
yeah i look like kennedy
mixing up the potion
and i’m sipping on the remedy
you a lame boi
you just can’t hang with me
gotta lotta brothers
that’ll prolly f-ckin
bang for me
ain’t poppin pills
stackin up bills
ain’t giving up till
i make another mill
tryna catch a boby
yeah i’m tryna catch a k!ll
i’m in it for the rush
yeah i’m in it for the thrill
[bridge: mountain mxn]
what the f-ck you think?
i can spit anything while
i’m sipping on the drink
and i’m built like a tank
and i got my cash right
yeah i’m making h-lla bank

[hook: mountain mxn]
it’s dg the mob
yeah we coming for your melon
and we gonna rob whatever
the f-ck you selling
we a little crazy
and there ain’t no telling
what we gon do
i’m about to be a felon
smoking on the gas
and i’m smoking on the cookie
you talk a lotta sh-t
but you really just a p-ssy
when i pull the glock
it’ll make him do a boogie
you know that
i’m a f-ckin veteran
i ain’t a f-ckin rookie
[verse 2: mountain mxn]
never stress
about some b-tches
or some snitches
f-ck a mistress
leave no witness
everybody wants to
see me lose
i choose to go about
my own business
i’ma light you up
just like a tree
you can call this an
early christmas
servin’ up the heat
i k!ll these beats
none of this sh-t
is f-ckin written

[verse 3: mountain mxn]
i’m a go-getter
my flow it is better
your girl getting wetter
just reading our header
our money’s permanent
have you done heard of it?
came a long way
from the trap
i was servin’ it
now i’m up
and i’m getting to the check
got a foreign girl
yeah she giving me some neck
yeah you talkin’ tough
but really you just tryna flex
i can beat your ass
don’t need a muhf-ckin tec
[verse 4: mountain mxn]
now you lookin’ like a wreck
like a mess
i confess
i’m the best
never less
and n0body
will contest
colder than the rest
and i’ll say it with my chest
coming for the crown
and you know i’m finna press
pedal to the floor
yeah we goin’ full throttle
sippin on liquor
straight out of the bottle
f-ckin’ on a freak b-tch
built like a model
pockets so swole
when i walk?
i waddle

- dg the mob

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