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letra de d.d. in japan - doopop doubly

[intro]
man, what happened to doopop, bruh?
like, he on these happy-ass, glitzy-ass f-ckin’ beats all the time and sh-t
like, what happened to him?

[verse 1]
get up off my d.i.c., ’cause i ride with a k
i got a chop’ and a mop, it could end yo’ f-ckin’ day
you talkin’ hot, i’mma pull out my glock and i’mma spray
early funeral, the grass is where he’ll motherf-ckin’ lay
every day for the rest of your life
oh, wait, he dead, he got taken by the boy with the scythe
got 23 racks on me, b-tch, i’m ballin’ like mike
he tried to swing, but he missed, so i smacked him in his mitt with a bike
wеave, (augh!) go come pick yo’ mans up
i thought i was a fed, i got еverybody hands up
feel like carti, how i waited ’till i got my bands up
seen a opp, turned to a ghost, danny phantom
eekogang for life, that’s my f-ckin’ anthem
you n-ggas been zeroes like anthony fantan’
oh, wait, you been hatin’ on all of my sh-t
but just wait, in five years that sh-t gon’ be a hit
you a hoe, you a b-tch, you a muhf-ckin’ snitch
the wako got the force, he got glocks with the switch
the wako is not broke, he be rockin’ the fits
he [?], i put lil’ bro in a ditch, lil’ b-tch
f-ck a studio, i been in my room just makin’ hits
f-ck a co-sign, i been that n-gga since 06′
don’t try the wako, you f-ck with him, you goin’ 0-6
shoutout to grass and trees, i been riding with whole sticks
[bridge]
i know yo’ face is squinted from that trees and sticks line!
but, hold on, i’mma do a slower delivery
hold on, hold on, look at this, check this out

[verse 2]
hold up, what’s happening? he got caught lackin’
d.d. been packin’, he got a mac-in
he shot his back in, d.d. like marski the way that he pulled out the spliff and then packed him
that n++++ fake, and he be cappin’
they be fugazi, they jus’ be actin’
these n++++s fib, grab ’em a bib
rock ’em like babies cause they gon’ be nappin’
pull up to the bank and pull out like ten racks, turn that sh-t into yen and then fly out to j-pan
the opp pack in philly keep talkin’, i leave in footrace, you not walkin’ for yappin’ and yappin’
marvin the martian, i keep me a blaster
i cook this sh-t up like it’s batter
i feel like sonic, how i’m runnin’ faster and faster and faster and faster on these tracks, it don’t even matter
i feel like shifu, lil’ b-tch, i’m ya master
i’m furious like the five
i been with the gang, eeko gang, been winnin’ ever since i did that muhf-ckin’ nosedive
d.d. potential is way too en masse

- doopop doubly

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