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letra de damn that shit hurt - drew ca$h

[intro: drew ca$h]
d-mn that
said, d-mn, that sh-t
said, d-mn, that sh-t hurt
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
d-mn, that sh-t hurt

[chorus: drew ca$h]
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
it bring tears to my eyes to see my dawg on a shirt
and i think about his momma, all the pain she goin’ through
and i start to feel worse
in these streets ain’t no peace
gotta keep a f-ckin’ chopper for the beef, this sh-t ain’t sweet
n-gg-s grimy in these streets
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
d-mn, that sh-t hurt
it bring tears to my eyes to see my dawg on a shirt
and i think about his momma, all the pain she goin’ through

[verse 1: drew ca$h]
you took the life of my n-gg-
now a couple fingers on triggers
we on the hunt for a body
and anybody can get it
don’t give a f-ck ’bout n-body
i talk to god, i’m like, “why?”
he just started to live
like, how the f-ck did he die?
when i first heard the news, i thought that sh-t was a lie
‘posed to be lookin’ for my n-gg-s, smoke a blunt and i cry
couple grown n-gg-s cry
that’s a loss i couldn’t take
we was always blowin’ gas, we ain’t never hit the brakes
we jumped the fences, we was dippin’ from the jeks
now you up in heaven gates
d-mn, i wish your flight was late
and i pray for your moms
know it hurts to lose a son
and the n-gg- was young
that’s how it goes where i’m from
best believe for my dawg, all these n-gg-s gon’ ride
met this forty, leave ’em wet when i slide
got to drop me a shorty
got to drop when you slide
and we know where you live, so it’s no where to hide

[verse 2: dave east]
we had counterfeit money, was tryna change bread
ricky died, mugga got k!lled, woke up, now king dead
every time i ever spit a verse, n-gg-, my pain bled
i ain’t blood but [?] and beans take it, the range red
twenty-five thousand just to make my wrist heavy
donald glover don’t know the hood, that ain’t my america
you don’t know the pain of watchin’ a mother bury her first child born
look at him, he now he gone
feelin’ freaky casket, jones, he know i lost my mind
cried for a whole summer, n-body was on my time
n-body had told me grind but maleek
him and bully told me you a star before i touched the beat
now i’m the hottest in my city, i’m makin’ it hard to eat
i just wish i could talk to leek, n-gg-s p-ssy, no heart to speak
i got a daughter
mugga had two daughters
i gotta get rich and if i ever b-mp into his k!lla, he gotta get hit
bet my life on it

- drew cah

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