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letra de no hook - don perron

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(turn me up trad!)

[verse 1: don perron]

(what!) (gang)

it’s me up on this b-tch you know i’m going dumb

hands itching thumbing through them hundreds fingers going numb
better be a zero on that bill i ain’t doing ones (f-ck the ones)

this for all them lil’ n-ggas

swear they doing some (what you doing?)

stop all that fronting on yo snap

you ain’t doing none i just barely started

i ain’t hit them with that pressure yet

but ima put this b-tch on lockdown when the summer come

f-cking up the ones had to

stomp a motherf-cker out (huh!)

shorty seeing birdies

had to knock a motherf-cker out (huh!)
run him out his sneakers he imposter

we gon’ hunt him down we tryna make sure

none of them flodging n-ggas come around (f-ck em)

ain’t no love around the f-cking town

i’m still putting on shut it down when

i hop in the booth i get up in my zone

f-ck is wrong with you? goofy n-ggas

know a few hit the dash

leave they ass in last nice knowing you (b-tch!)

[verse 2: don perron]

hit the dash leave em’ in the past

what i’m ‘posed to do this
the real “gangster ville” i ain’t

taking no recruits aye (that’s facts)

real sh-t mil ticket yeah i need it

i been f-cking up the city that’s the reason everybody screaming

who that who that?!

that’s that n-gga going stupid

but you knew that knew that

why the f-ck you playing clueless huh?

red light a n-gga quick as h-ll for

acting foolish and they asking if

i got a deal w nike ‘cause i do this
(bling!)

ain’t no picking ain’t no choosing

f-ck the other side my n-ggas get to it

i don’t know about them other guys

i can’t even look at you the same

if you ain’t one of mines one of them

you ain’t one of us i hope them n-ggas know it’s up with them

walk out with them lemon pepper steppers what the f-ck is them?

get to stepping on a n-gga neck i leave you under them

balling on these n-ggas like i’m magic

i’m above the rim put it on the guys

i ain’t gon’ clock before i touch an m (on my mama)

rich ass youngin tryna

bounce out that cut i be cooling

but if you gon’ run your mouth

then you done give yo ass some

flashbacks from two-thousand and one

and they hacking everytime

that’s a foul b-tch and one!

caution mop em’ up

you n-ggas hot for what? i get in there

make it look easy y’all ain’t stopping none

run in run out tryna get to that guap or some

(aye what i say?)

eighty gs secured ’til 83

somebody pray for me (gang!)

safety free in case they play with me might have

to aim and squeeze cake talking

cake walking i just left the bakery

r.i.p to nip them blue chips yeah they stay with me

- don perron

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