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letra de die os* - dthang

[intro: kyle richh]
(axl)
f-ck
(mmm, nah, turn that up, young madz)
grrah, enough is enough

[verse 1: kyle richh]
f-ck, all black, can’t see who it is
b-tch, i do not want him to live (like, d-mn)
i had to wait ’til i beat all my cases to speak about all of the sh-t that i did (yes)
with the steppers, i wish you would step
like, we got shots, i ain’t talkin’ [o jin?] (like, d-mn)
yo, guap, put the beam on his chin
dudey a baby, that boy need a bib (dudey)
dudey a baby, that boy need a bottle (p-ssy)
walk down, fill him with hollows
4s in the spot and we yellin’ out dieos
if he run, make him bleed
leg shot, he got shot in his knees (like, d-mn)

[verse 2: sha gz]
like, put the fl!ck on the beam
b-tch, i shoot like i’m steph when i shoot from the three
like, throw a shot from the [?]
b-tch, i bet that i catch ‘еm, one hand, i go beam
smokin’ notti and dotty, i’m geeked
put thе gun to my head like i’m e-d-o-t
[verse 3: nesty floxks & dthang]
like, f-ck that, i’m top 03
like, dj my muddy, he shootin’ for free
like, we see the all black thots on freeze
like, sha gz shootin’, but the car’s on e
b-tch, but the car’s on e
like, i’m tryna creep with the g2c
(like, gz in my [?] i’m makin’ her bleed)
like, i’m tryna dump with the g3c
(like, hold on, b-tch, like, i’m not tryna eat)
like, i had to walk with the steppers on feet
like, i can’t be seen with you, b-tch, you’ll tweak (rpt, four-sev’, four-sev’)
we four deep on the net with the ratchet
we them superstars, we can’t be lackin’
we hop out the car, they all tryna dap us (gang, gang)

[verse 4: dthang]
like, superstar gz, i feel like the one
but i gotta stay with my bros
and i’ll still slide through the front, but my gang still in the back
f-cked her once, she don’t know how to act
do so much for them, i feel like a dad
we got models, we got bottles
i told her, “come to the party”
couple shots, now she all on my body
but i told her, “put down the chaser”
that’s an o in the party, can’t save ’em, like
like, huh? gang, gang, gang
like, call up your friend
’cause i’m with my friend
line who, what? they can’t see through the tints
i could tell her sh-t fat through the cartier lens, gang, gang, gang
like, call up your friend
’cause i’m with my friend
line who, what? they can’t see through the tints
i could tell her sh-t fat through these cartier lens
[outro: dthang]
yo, it’s that dthang n-gga, make ’em get jiggy ‘fore we shoot ’em, you heard? like
r.i.p. woo, like, grrah
long live rah
long live beans, grrah, grrah, grrah

- dthang

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