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letra de snake eyes - dro fe

[verse 1: le]
drive fast like i stole the sh-t
f-ck the hoe like i owe the b-tch
most imposers been over with it
you don’t know me homie, don’t bro me, sl1ck
pockets straight ’cause i paid dues
in position ’cause i made moves
been speedin’ lately, i can’t cruise
best check the record, i can’t lose
same game, ‘nother level
different type of glow, he special
skate highs, kickin’ them pedals
switch up on ’em, nah never did that
only write them lines if i really did that
120 on 610, baby, i do laps
that’s about it, it’s no lie, pimpin’, it’s all facts
’bout to open the shop up, do what off rap
do the opposite of real, what do you call that?
nah wait, snake eyes, feelin’ y’all hate
hoe sh-t, dog, i just can’t relate
wanna build a brand in the crib like migos
’cause a rap n-gga never been my heroes
steak with the shrimp every time we get paid
surfin’ the turf, couldn’t ride my wave
low key with it, gonna stack up right
see ’em cr-pped out but i’m standin’ all night

[hook: left brain]
roll the die, snake eyes
ridin’ round, all i see is snake eyes
fake hoes, fake guys
all up in my face, boy, i know you lyin’
all up in my face, b-tch, i’m lyin’
made a bad b-tch and she make pies
gotta stay strapped with the .45
watch you n-ggas with my snake eyes
roll the die, snake eyes
ridin’ round, all i see is snake eyes
fake hoes, fake guys
all up in my face, boy, i know you lyin’
all up in my face, b-tch, i’m lyin’
made a bad b-tch and she make pies
gotta stay strapped with the .45
watch you n-ggas with my snake eyes

[verse 2: dro fe]
gotta watch the hoes with the snake eyes
keep a .45 by my waistline
got a bad b-tch on my facetime
seen a hater so i left a hater face die
all these n-ggas wanna come k!ll me but they ain’t k!lled nothin’
b-tch, i’m out cali with a couple 100 g’s with a b-tch, gettin’ blunted
where are my haters though?
i’m outchea just scr-pin’ up major dough
had a yellow benz but the yellow benz gone
couple hours to replace the hoe
n-gga bumpin’ on the internet
n-gga done with your interlect
i got a couple 100 shooters in your hood
at your face, all up in your neck
sippin’ codeine with the fam again
ain’t no plug, use a middle man
gotta make the paper
make the paper chase the paper
stack the paper in a pyramid
in the ‘burbs where my kids live
it ain’t a murder, no witness
n-ggas better watch their mouths
‘fore they end up at the bottom of the ocean in a fish net

- dro fe

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