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letra de 305-interlude - dici

drippin’ like water, no fiji
wearin’ this dici, no gucci
f-cking your b-tch in her coochie
f-cking your b-tch and she moody
ridin’ two seat with a thottie
you know i caught me a body
some people say that i’m c-cky
just need a bag asap like rocky…

i didn’t get a dollar for the realest sh-t i wrote
this sh-t gone be different ‘cause cash ain’t my goal
i cleared up my vision and got a new scope
i’m smoking this dope…

the money go up to the cеilin’
i do not know how i’m feelin’
maybe i feel like a villain
or maybe i’m crillin
the meanin’ is hidden
it is never given
now if you do not wanna listen
i’m chill with that ‘cause i am so driven
i’ll break down the walls of this prison
you cannot slow me down
breaking these chains i ain’t losing now
feel like a king, i might need me a crown
standing on top of my mound
looking around
no one is found
i don’t even hear a sound
it’s like a ghost town…
it’s like a ghost town…
i want you
i need you
i don’t wanna lose you
i’m chasing a bag and i might go away
i’m surfing a wave
actually f-ck that b-tch i’m gone stay

ima keep it one hundred i don’t know what to do
lost in a maze and i don’t have a clue
feel like i’m locked in a cave or a zoo
but really i’m trapped in the walls of my room

my mind confined
i cannot find
my will to die
or will to do cry
my life is so blessed
and ima keep sayin’
and ima keep sayin’

305 don’t k!ll my vibe
pull up to the crib at 65
b-tch on my d-ck, oh me, oh my
get me a bag, now they switchin’ sides
pop me a perc feeling sleepy
i’m dreaming ‘bout all of these vvs’s
smoking some dope, feel like wheezy
man, i don’t got a good feeling
people want smoke call it a cigarette
only thing on my mind is a new patek
bad b-tch sucking on my d-ck, she give me neck
and i know that her life is a train wreck
but i put it on god that her head the best
i come in first place, give a f-ck ‘bout the rest
i schooling these b-tches like i’m playing chess
and the weed got sleepy, man, past me the rest

the weed got me sleepy
the smoke got me wheezy
don’t f-ck with that girl cause she kinda sleazy
running through checks man i’m feeling too speedy
man, i don’t got a good feeling…
man, i don’t got a good feeling…

i didn’t get a dollar for the realest sh-t i wrote
this sh-t gone be different ‘cause cash ain’t my goal
i cleared up my vision and got a new scope
i’m smoking this dope…

305 don’t k!ll my vibe
pull up to the crib at 65
b-tch on my d-ck, oh me, oh my
get me a bag, now they switchin’ sides
pop me a perc feeling sleepy
i’m dreaming ‘bout all of these vvs’s
smoking some dope, feel like wheezy
man, i don’t got a good feeling
i’m from 305
straight off of 65
i know that she bad but for now she on the side
i’m high as f-ck, feel like i’m on the ceiling
but that’s not enough to describe how i’m feeling
16 stories up in the building
steal her p-ssy from you, b-tch, i’m a villain
no chill
no frozone
high as f-ck, feel like i’m in the ozone
pick what i want, this is coldstone
b-tch blowing on my d-ck like an oboe
this ain’t no solo
just give me more dough
and maybe b-tch on the side give me blow blow woah…

- dici

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