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letra de gleeamons - dopesmoke, silent & 67

[intro]
kp, play that back, man
ayy, wamsz, this is hard

[chorus: silent]
ride and mean it, riding demons
who don’t hear must feel it
we just wanna score like griezmann
snap it safe when the mandem’s preeing
bro caught my man on the lack and glee’d him
please don’t tell us ’bout spleegings, spleegings
anywhere i leave man leaking
[verse 1: silent]
my n-gga got life, so i got him for life
my n-gga got time, but he think about the guys
my n-gga got time, now time’s going by
tell him, “clocks don’t stop, everything will be fine” (free the guys)
free double s, my slatt, my slime (free him)
old school, old school days on push bikes
that was me and bro with our demon knifes (aw man)
we’ll show them about demon glides (facts)
southside, suttin got chinged in the main road
now we gotta lay low from plain clothes (aw)
h-lla g checks when i step in the rave
rude boy don’t step on his faceholes (mh-hmm)
how many times has dripdat do it in the mains?
gang should’ve called him mainroad (mainroad)
ttrap caught him a header, yes, broski went through canerows (ying that)
bro got touched in a thursday, friday, came serve, suttin got corn (bap, bap)
’bout suttin baking, the whole brix got locked off (glee)
a team got waps on pop off
rapper response, don’t sleep on no l’s (no)
bring out the 12 and tape off bruckers (no)
p-ssed that i’m sitting on tag when i’m grabbing the mash and i rise and pop off
still tryna do man dirty, perm his percy (bill him)
he ran off and left his bredrin
and broski cheffed him, them man are nerdy (neeks)
four packs to the hill, we got loads of percies (bill it up)
way before the gang got shh and shh, my n-gga trapmash got worksy
[verse 2: dopesmoke]
it is what it is, still rip out skin (rip that)
still screaming, “f-ck the pigs”
‘cah they had man locked in the can like fish (f-ck them)
two-two rev on the gas (rev it)
she best do dash (rev it), she could get dipped
and this brown ting love me like weave
so she come down south to take this d-ck (dirty)
back then, i used to do it with dripz
i damp man’s top for talking sh-t (damp, damp)
and i can’t be bummy like him
so i fly ot, tryna fill up my sim (up see)
ab just asked for a tick
i don’t need ticks, are you taking the p-ss (-kmt-)
kloose screamed and i pushed it in (man ying that)
and i heard he’s a masterching
but he scratched my bro when he swung his ying (man knife that)
hillside only, we’ll do it for the fifth (only)
baby boy shoulda stayed in his crib
he was chatty on tracks, shoulda wore a bib (shoulda wore that)
and i still keep rambo in hip
anywhere i go, it comes like dripz (it comes)
and i still keep rambo in my hip
anywhere i go, it comes like dripz
rambo swing, that’s fabric rip
dip, swing, tryna drown this pr-ck
f-ck the judge, free my nigs
i think ’bout him when i’m smoking spliff
pull up on badness, aim and tap it
try not run, you get bun like cigs
i’m in the bando taking risk
three foot twenty, i don’t know ’bout ticks
i’m really out here tryna make this flip
[bridge]
he ain’t gonna get off his corners
you gon’ leave his people be?
or you don’t want is go find yourself a new club
you don’t mean that sh-t?
the f-ck i don’t, i built this sh-t
me, brick by brick

[outro]
kp, play that back, man
ayy, wamsz, this is hard

- dopesmoke silent 67

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