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letra de bojangles - dkap

[verse 1: dkap]
p-ss me the mic, i won’t hand off sh-t
i’ve been a long time coming like your grandpa’s d-ck
a little standoffish, but d-mn, can’t stop this
cuttin’ through that bullsh-t like a bandsaw b-tch
yo word to swag jackers, word to wack rappers
gottem all lookin s-s-a, thats -ss backwards
catch me ghost hittin’ like i’m finna smack casper
or catch me flowin’ sick enough to give your -ss staph bruh
but back up, if shortys fly, she’ll be shortly high
ford taurus parked up in the forest while we tour the skies
along for the ride, rhymin like theres four of i
shootin down your dreams, a f-ckin breathin’ colt 45
do what i please, yea dude i’m a beast
and i’m movin descreet and these dudes can’t compete
like some fresh concrete, boy i’m new to the streets
it’s like you got a foot fetish son you used to defeat

[talking sh-t: dkap]
i dont even need a hook, i just hittem with the rick ross noise
ugh !

[verse 2: dkap]
chi ca go getter, in a fly lo get up
my clothes dope, bro i got hydro sweaters
ice cold flows so i got their mano’s tethered
bomb blows in the lab, but i’m no dexter
nah, i’m so fresher, rock dino leather
king of the rap game lookin for my coretta
dream girl, used to love h.e.r. but now i know better
earlier i was odd, but now i know sweatshirt
piff packs, a knicks hat, and some knick knacks
kick facts, b-tch -ss, check how i fl!cks ash
kid i’m so sick that [coughing]
hold up…. i’m really sick….
kid i’m so sick that, magic wants his shtick back
take a quick nap, wake up and strait sh-t facts
shift back, an p-ss the blunt to the backseat
on tracks i’m strait nasty like a kat stacks -ss cheek
runnin the game like my t–th got athletes
foot up in my mouth, this ain’t a track this a track meet

- dkap

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