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letra de my nigga - digdat

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[intro]
it’s madarabeatz
traphouse mob
madara

[chorus]
that’s my n-gga, my n-gga
he got the trigger
stop ’cause he might get happy
get too tappy
burn this nike tech trackie
kway-kway, m-way, far out the city
kush in my palm, it’s sticky
and i still ride for any of the gang
i pray god watch over them
i got love for all of my bruddas
shooters ’round me, i’ll smoke a friend

[verse 1]
when i hopped out they saw me shinin’
came up, it was all timin’
ain’t got a one, it’s nuts what i do
my other arm’s buss down too
and my friend’s locked up in cells
traphouse, send out a text for sales
phone young boy like, “three on”
two, who phoned leon?
got my n-ggas in isis
pull up in a hi vis bright green neon
n0body never put me on
i’m with bro f-ckin’ up harrods
said he’s got patterns, back to the mula
they want me back on servery
stealin’ a breakfast packs for sugar

[chorus]
that’s my n-gga, my n-gga
he got the trigger
stop ’cause he might get happy
get too tappy
burn this nike tech trackie
kway-kway, m-way, far out the city
kush in my palm, it’s sticky
and i still ride for any of the gang
i pray god watch over them
i got love for all of my bruddas
shooters ’round me, i’ll smoke a friend

[verse 2]
bro got nicked for a mash toy
black boy, feds put his face in the tabloid
trap boy, spend, get it back boy
and i don’t do ticks, make cats go catch boys
and this dead ting tryna do facetime
but i got android, gettin’ man mad, oi
now i’m six floors up by the staircase
bare face, pebs in my mouth like airwaves
never been hearin’ the hearsay
talk on my name, how bludclart dare they?
these packs keep comin’ in sealed
my hands on a dot, need someone to chop it
in the field with sharks, you might get wet
if you saw him with me, he’s got it (ching-ching-ching)

[chorus]
that’s my n-gga, my n-gga
he got the trigger
stop ’cause he might get happy
get too tappy
burn this nike tech trackie
kway-kway, m-way, far out the city
kush in my palm, it’s sticky
and i still ride for any of the gang
i pray god watch over them
i got love for all of my bruddas
shooters ’round me, i’ll smoke a friend

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