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letra de dandy - dj crest

[hook]
wonderin on how i’m getting home tonight; rolling eyes
looking like those hopes looking kinda vague
– am i getting home tonight?
– tell my homie hold the dice

[bridge]
wild and dandy
my n-ggas rollin’ fancy in the backseat jamming while keeping that metal slamming
meddling kids, masks down, costume, get a clue, rims run until the pis dip
like a barbeque

[verse 1]
engine started, fumes spewing like a popped lager do
running til i’m parted with the part of me that’s doubting who’s
saying that that mountain’s climb is impossible
i brace myself for what’s ahead so there’s no gap in my plot
i’m fooling not
for cash in a knot, cash in my pocket
like you know i wet ’em often then i stash away the bottle
if no mask, then a glock and a mask, then i’m off
wreaking havoc, trying to carve a pathway for the offspring
na, i ain’t with that, go ahead and hit that
feel a hit back, find yourself up in a knit sack
hands out, asking for a nickle and some gin
while i’m out glaring at some nipples, n-ggas throwing tens
not wondering on how i’m getting home tonight
hoping it won’t be another homeless night
getting high knowing it’s a hopeless flight
thinking how them hairs got em going combs to knives

[hook]

[verse 2]
real n-gga sit and listen to the hollarin’ depicting what is logic in comparison to not
i wish i held a barrel of a glock to lips of those who talk the sh-t
so whoever opens their mouth could expect a f-cking c-ck in it
staying in my lane and i’m urging to keep right, but if you’re swerving in my way
there won’t be nothing left but i
-and add an “n” along with competence, describes the compet-tion in my eyes
as i reignite my drive for the prize
but they see you as an obstacle, n-ggas eager to jump you
n-gga stand tall and leave em face first up in a puddle
physical reb-ttal in a world of trouble and debate
-a funnel poor of hate intoxicating brain lakes

[bridge]

[verse 3]
with times looking harder than a sundial
most call to the sky, while i’m having fun wild and dandy
crunk b-ss got the dunk prancing
-at the place jamming to some long dug jazz sh-t
n-ggas drunk pantie chasing annie type of bad b-tches
pen and pad itching with a p-ssion for bragging
never let them lines rule
speak now or rise fool
stay dope and cl-ssy, a true student of high school
-appealing to the eye none, but use what i’m made of
ready the exhaust, we ’bout to cut up and take off
– cut up and take off, cut up and take off
n-gga get the f-ck up and brush all them shames off and shake all that weight off
and make what you dream fit, exercising stray thoughts to reality
but n-ggas posted curb stalling for the next to serve
watching for the feds, turf violence, for that dead bird flying, n-gga i’m good
– let it be that you can stay hood without having to sit

[hook 2x]

[verse 4]
– catch a f-cking c-ck in it
whimp jock sporting gaws and sh-t
been rocking this, so i’m guessing swag is stone-aged
hard as when i take a beat and wreck it for a road-rage
track demolition for that fat neck a-glistening
attracting attention while i’m nas burning, not turning, leaving features road-k!lled
hoes kneel for that flow, set of dope wheels and some gold heels
no deal, b-tch’ll get a roll in a to-go meal/
[break]
lama at the hip’s tuck, i can show you hot spitting
while i point you out the way where you can meet your maker quicker
i can break a record, use it as the weapon that i k!ll ’em with
so n-gga f-ck your trap and matter-fact, your track n-gga sh-t
standing over those who crowley ’round and tea-bagging them
claiming that i am a bigger d-ck than that of africans
sharp hooks catching fishy looks on the norm
but what would you expect from an attractive book-worm
if i make it, sh-t, i’ll probably still be bumming
who says he wants it simple probably means he’ll only want to do it big
like i favor bbw’s with three bling’d hummers scraming free three hunna’
-being me, i’ll probably follow these lines to the crossroads
with a couple tickets, hot soda and some popcorn
saying “welp, shows over folks”
– drop the microphone, and p-ss off

- dj crest

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