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letra de what we have - dillon mccluskey

[produced by marcsofly & 7eventray]

[verse 1 – dillon mccluskey]
i was in the game when they was frosting flakes like tony
everything i let you see for motivation only
shorty on my arm, that’s for conversation only
trust her with the shot, i think she diana taurasi
i know a lot of people around the way they thought i lost it
act like hoes with gossip, only turn you to a fossil
they love you then they hate you, city make me feel like bron did
all this pressure on me, f-ck it, we gon’ ball like lebron’s kid

[verse 2 – marcsofly]
b-tch i ball like vince carter, f-ck around and left my arm in
all these b-tches fall in love when they see mе, think i’m prince charming
i plug myself in like i’m finna usе a charger
nah, i’m not a k!ller but i might slaughter your daughter
aquafina drip on my neck, b-tch i got water
used to sit on the bench, then i turned into a starter
exotic weed in my lungs, we done smoked the booth out
this that zavier n-gga, don’t try to pull that boof out
the way she suck the d-ck feel like she pulled every tooth out
you see a n-gga shining, now y’all n-ggas wanna be cool now

[verse 3 – dillon mccluskey]
i done earned my stripes, y’all done thought i brought the zoo out
i was in the zoo, had to show them what the lou ’bout
i can’t walk in the room and be treated like the number two
underdog had to hit them with the superpower moves
b&b came with a view, tnt already blew
shorty got her ass that take up half the room
evil thoughts like dr. doom
mama know her son not sh-t, but she still love him
i had two girls in school, that’s how i learned how to juggle
you win some, you lose some, i’m standing through the rubble
made my splash in the game, skipping stones through my puddles
[verse 4 – marcsofly]
i told her once we f-ck, i gotta leave, we cannot cuddle
ass fat, when she turn around, that b-tch look like a bubble
you talk too much, you need a muzzle
i got two hoes in here kissing each other
sh-t for real, b-tch, i’m not bluffin’
got on two chains, i ain’t gotta tuck them
b-tch, i ball like i’m at rucker
stay on the road like i’m a trucker
eyes low, got the shades on so you can’t even see
stay mixing bape with the yeezys like i’m j-panese
weed too strong, i put it out cause i can barely breathe
ran through a whole bag and i ain’t find a stick or seed
n-ggas say they want my sauce, but you can’t get the recipe
if i ever run for president, they gon’ end up electing me
i’ma tell the truth, so they gon’ probably end up stretching me

- dillon mccluskey

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