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letra de lurking - dqfrmdao

[intro]
(808 mafia)

[chorus: dqfrmdao & esparo]
chase ’em down, i gotta get ’em, i was taught to step on n-ggas
run up on him, glizzy hit him, in the wiiic, we too official
we be spinnin’ for them n-ggas, bet’ not catch ’em, ain’t no missin’
think i’m trippin’, boy just diss us, we gon’ put you with the fishes
b-tch i can entertain, drop a bag, cop a birkin
he ain’t the same, the n-gga changed, he got flamed, was it worth it?
b-tch n-gga come around. bet he tuck his chain like he a turtle
oh they lurkin’, all that f-ckin’ cappin’ got you on a shirt

[verse 1: esparo]
oh, f-ck it, let me put this b-tton on it
on his ass, rich n-gga shootin’ out the culinan
hit the dash, i like red bones who go cray on the tip
i ain’t a jit, shorty went crazy with that switch, he from the wiiic
told that ho i don’t repeat myself, she had to listen (h-ll nah)
she think she gifted, couple bags, take her to icebox, let it rinse
f-ck what the opps say, when we catch ’em, n-ggas finished
windows tinted, they still pop out, stand down, they gotta get ’em (ah-ah)
on her ass, just the way that we live (that’s how we livin’)
for my dawgs, we gon’ go to the end (for my dawgs we gon’ go)
this a sports car, i’m just ridin’ with [?] (yeah)
she a p-rn star, play with us and we k!ll you
[chorus: dqfrmdao & esparo]
chase ’em down, i gotta get ’em, i was taught to step on n-ggas
run up on him, glizzy hit him, in the wiiic, we too official
we be spinnin’ for them n-ggas, bet’ not catch ’em, ain’t no missin’
think i’m trippin’, boy just diss us, we gon’ put you with the fishes
b-tch i can entertain, drop a bag, cop a birkin
he ain’t the same, the n-gga changed, he got flamed, was it worth it?
b-tch n-gga come around. bet he tuck his chain like he a turtle
oh they lurkin’, all that f-ckin’ cappin’ got you on a shirt (uh-huh)

[verse 2: dqfrmdao]
just said “f-ck it”, i’ma grab the shovel, dig him out the dirt (i dig him up)
he say “what’s next?”, we bump by the traffic, ran him over first (skrrt)
put they homies on they shirts, they ain’t get back for that work
ain’t no need for ambulance (uh-uh), send that man right to the [?]
ayy, i trap a glizzy blowin’, yeah, that switchy goin’ berserk (grrah, grrah)
spin the block in that trackhawk (skrrt), you get hit up, tires skrrtin’
stack my tokens, yeah, i’m known and got these b-tches tryna flirt
please don’t walk up on me wrong (uh-uh), i’m on point, i stay alert
if it’s that, i’m shootin’ first, i don’t shoot back
i’m from the ‘raq (o’block), spent a hundred k on designer, i’m still with track (track)
64th and king drive where we post up, that’s a fact
when i hit the stairs, they say “dq who is that?”

- dqfrmdao

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