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letra de pound for pound - doeman

[verse 1]

i want the fetti on fetti
i feel like 2000 nelly
my life a movie like belly
you f-ck with my neice i get deadly
i never ran in my life
stayed down and i fight
all of these p-ssies are shife
your daddy a rat you a mice
everyone poppin bout pistols
‘sco just gon let off the missiles
they do not know what i’ve been through
oh you been shot at? i been too
i do not f-ck with no floozie
my b-tch is bad and she bougie
actresses straight out the movies
last man was a goofy
badass like im boosie, young fly like im lucci
dyna gang the new ruthless
get to talkin, leave you toothless
boy the f-ck is you doin?
im from houston they screw sh-t
martin king with the movement
jay-z with the blueprint
barrio god

[trapperman dale]
im steph curry with the rock
go rambo with the shottas
you touch my product, gotta cop it
i buy her jimmy choo and prada
i had a bad b-tch that did anything i told her even with the yola
we sellin whole figure fours, i made a k!llin off the folgers
i play the field, ima keep it real everything i got was out the bowl
you really down to sell your soul?
they gave him life he never told
i know some n-ggas out in south central sellin sacks, sendin money home
im sendin picture through the phone, i gotta throw a dog a bone
my young n-gga say he with whatever, im just tryin to school him on some dough
im frontin packs to baby joe, bettin on the dice all 10 or 4
im from a city where they show the money but thats about as far as it’ll go
use it all in a hole, i’ll get it back before the morning
trap

- doeman

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