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letra de jefe - du-rag

[intro: 6ix9ine]
these n-ggas say they heard of me, i ain’t heard of you
get the f-ck up out my f-ckin’ face, ‘fore i murder you
b-tch n-ggas always jackin’ blood, but i know they fu
whole squad full of f-ckin’ k!llers, i’m a k!ller too
sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n-gga
everybody gettin’ pop, pop, popped, n-gga
the thing go rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, n-gga
we send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n-gga

[verse 1: durag]
i was stuck in the ghetto where the guns kept poppin’
i wasn’t gang-bangin’, i was trappin’ non-stoppin’
me being broke and burning was not an option
someone could least collect, cocaine coppin’
turned into rock when i started with a weapon
when i mixed it with a baggie so i watched them ditch it for triple
had them junkies vocal like a cripple like they all cripple
’cause he kept on size like a small midget
more beef than the butcher ’round him
but he my blood ’til the day i die him, i can’t
told me holy my chin when i was facin’ five to ten
he gave me six, i did four of ’em
forever i’m a criminal, the popo, f-ck ’em
they just wanna lock a n-gga, throw away the key
throw some numbers at your face that you really can’t believe
now your back on the cellblock, sh-t is looking bleak
got your baby mama crying in the listed every week
the judge federal, twenty-five to life
all over some sh-t that just happened one night
all over some sh-t that just happened one night

[chorus: durag]
i was stuck in the ghetto where the guns kept poppin’
i wasn’t gang-bangin’, i was trappin’ non-stoppin’
me being broke and burning was not an option
someone could least collect, cocaine droppin’
stuck in the ghetto where the guns kept poppin’
i wasn’t gang-bangin’, i was trappin’ non-stoppin’
me being broke and burning was not an option
someone could least collect, cocaine droppin’

[bridge: 6ix9ine & durag]
she a freak ho, f-ck her, she on beast mode (freak ho)
arch your back, put your hands on your knees, ho (okay)
i’m on beast mode, shoot you through your peep-hole
said he want smoke, i don’t really see it though

[chorus: durag]
i was stuck in the ghetto where the guns kept poppin’
i wasn’t gang-bangin’, i was trappin’ non-stoppin’
me being broke and burning was not an option
someone could least collect, cocaine coppin’
stuck in the ghetto where the guns kept poppin’
i wasn’t gang-bangin’, i was trappin’ non-stoppin’
me being broke and burning was not an option
someone could least collect, cocaine coppin’

[outro: durag]
sh-t, i told you b-tch -ss n-ggas i wasn’t playin’!
it’s durag n-gga!
let’s get it!
2018 is done n-gga, what

- du rag

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