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letra de mr. bowinko - dice

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen, i ain’t runnin’ for no public office!
so i have to tell the truth! now look here!
i’ve been in this neighborhood over thirty-five years!
seen ’em come and go!
wrote the song about it!
like the head here goes!

[verse 1]
here’s a lil’ somethin’ that the b-tches should know about
fake motherf-ckers be swearin’ they got clout
tellin’ lots of lies in order to keeper
want everyone to know that he sports a fever
tryna play big man and i can’t hack it
[sport ’em?] phony ass they brought jackets
sport by mother, but keep it undercover
’cause they ain’t wanna f-ck like big time dope brother
a diddy dumb a diddy dumb, the ice hole
want the front wheel ’cause he sells a lil’ yayo
they talk about what he had or what he’s gonna get
lied to the hoes and n-gga never had sh-t
style is played out, stickin’ your paint out
you like blue jeans, so i’ll watch it fade out
huh, what’s goin’ wrong?
you talkin’ on yourself, your lil’ sh-t ain’t even turned on
you like the party, harty, harty, harty, harty
but you never told me you are rollin’ fo’ somebody
he saw you comin’, he pledged like a tweaker
hoe ass n-gga, mr. bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf-cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f-cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b-tch, pass me a brew cup!)

[verse 2]
coolin’ out the park, drinkin’ booze with your fellow city
didn’t really know that they were dyin’ with jealousy
f-ck behind your back, say that you’re sucker
smile in your face you wanna k!ll a motherf-cker
i got ’em goin’ on
i’m packin’ and strappin’, they wanna be down
but ain’t sh-t happenin’, they get high together
spark up the rumors, bring up your name and then here comes the rumors
ring a ding ding, now you supposed to be a stick up king
tell ’em, motherf-ckers, your b-tch birthed a dingaling
but they’re jokin’, crazy like logan
and then you hear “y-yo man, dice is smokin’!”
then i pulled ya with my hands on the trigga
like “why you spittin’ dirt?” “yo dice, you my n-gga!”
a rap brother supposed to be down with me
but now he talkin’ sh-t ’cause i’m better than him
so ain’t no cause for puttin’ head to bed
he’ll be dead, yo, but the rumors are still spread
so over your game, thought i’d sprinkle
a jealous motherf-cker, mr. bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf-cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f-cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b-tch, pass me a brew cup!)

[verse 3]
the sh-t is kinda funny, but the bullsh-t boss me
when n-ggas tell b-tches, “they’re lookin’ for me”
d-i-c-e, they tryna hold me
say i’m a punk n-gga and they don’t even know me
they riffin’ and raffin’, [i break up for some happen?]
they be on my d-ck and they wantin’ all the [drugs?] and bucks
the story is switch
they say “they wanna be a n-gga though and took my b-tch”
huh, well, i’m flowin’ with a breeze
a n-gga told a b-tch he went to jail for sellin’ keys
out the next week, f-ck that, so kick it
the n-gga went to jail for some motherf-ckin’ tickets
now, did you, or did you, or did you ever want to?
a n-gga flowin’ this deeper, but he won’t give you a number
yo, it ain’t turned on, f-ck it, what the h-ll?
the n-gga’s just faker then a pressed on lead nail
bowinko, bowinko’s a hoe
and dice is here to let you know, n-gga please!
you sell a rocker, yeah, so how the f-ck you gonna flip keys?
so who you tryna be like?
yeah, some b-tch i see you peddling the dirtbike
around the way, goin’ down finko
i bust out your ass ’cause i hate a bowinko
[chorus]
mr. bowinko (a fake motherf-cker!)
mr. bowinko (a jealous ass sucker!)
mr. bowinko (frontin’ in your boy’s bed!)
mr. bowinko (backstabbin’ like your best friend!)
mr. bowinko (swag at home!)
mr. bowinko (give your boy back his clothes!)
mr. bowinko (we’ll soon be f-cked up!)
mr. bowinko (b-tch, pass me a brew cup!)

- dice

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