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letra de bine on 'em - digga d

[intro]
yo
cgm sh-t, [?]
[?] ‘malis
consistency gets money
constantly goin’ [?]
[?] me
know the f-ckin’ vibes
’cause brazy gang members
point blank, b-tch
yo
real sh-t
look

[verse 1]
they put a bullet in my headrest, i guess that i’m blessed
they think it’s guzzle that i’m workin, puttin’ powers to test
sh-t bangs, see that passenger get one in his chest
i [?] the car i’m drivin’ whilst they’re binin’, i’m stressed
i took her left, the car crashed, but i ain’t panic, i’m calm
i thought they got me, but they never
it’s just glass in my arm
yo, who gave them confidеnce?
i hope they know it’s on for thеm
n-gga, this the consequence of makin’ n-ggas want revenge
[bridge]
back to back, we’re spinnin’ opps
them boys ain’t know what’s happenin’
got a 400k in cash, they said i trap it in
four grams or two years, tell me how them boys are managin’
free by the guys in [?]
yo
got one of them on accident (haha)

[verse 2]
i put bully in that p-ssy for a while, that ain’t my enemy (no)
can’t talk about no violence in the streets
they mention ter— (gyal)
n-ggas tryna test me, hope you’re ready for that energy
trollin’ with my ex, and was i stretched

[chorus]
i put bine on them so the feds don’t want me free (f-ck the jakes)
i put bine on them, free the guys in hmp (shoot them n-ggas up)
i put bine on them, now we’s in the cemetary (yeah)
i put bine on them (yo, shoot n-ggas up close and personal, man, know the f-ckin’ vibes)

[verse 3]
my family’s playin’ dirty games
cool with guys that wanna send me to them pearly gates
so if my youngin’ shoots my cousin with his .38 (pah)
i’m on his side, i [?] pain [?]
we’re tryna blow out brains
this up to roads
we been sprayin’ up their block, the opps, no
could be rainers, could be drainers, could be stuck
it could be haters, but it’s certain negr—
[chorus]
i put bine on them so the feds don’t want me free
i put bine on them, free the guys in hmp
i put bine on them, now we’s in the cemetary (shoot them n-ggas up)
i put bine on them (i put bine on them)

[outro]
bang, headshot, chest shots
blow out your f-ckin’ brains on the mains
you know the f-ckin’ vibes
cgm, we’re takin’ lives
stay inside
you get me?
fully rackered
yo, the feds, i’m just rappin’
but really out here slappin’, we ain’t cappin’
ask the f-ckin’ opps
share the internet, man
[?]
shootin’ n-ggas, i make them testify
paow

- digga d

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