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letra de trill - dub town soldier

(verse 1)
i be on the sh-t you tryna find
i don’t let these suckas in my mind
no one ever thanked me for my time
when the day comes ill be alright
bobbin all my head onto the groove
if you in my sp-ce you better move
f-ck all the distractions, even you
you won’t even know what hit you, boom
ever try to diss me you’ll be doomed
i can rap like this, no autotune
please don’t ever push me outta line
hungry for some beef, i’m tryna dine
i got hollows loaded in my 9
when i grip that sh-t then it’s my time
i’m not out here even with a team (neva, neva)
if i must be honest it just me
i don’t even need to rep a set
nothing ever stops me represent (west side, west side)
i’m a youngin coming from the west (dub town, dub town)
life is going smooth i hardly stress
thinking way too much i barely rest
all the way turnt up, ima mess
bombay it be messin with my head
i’m barely still alive i might be dead

(hook)
i’m only doing me don’t waste my time
i’ve done it all before jus know i’m fine
gotta couple groupies on my line
i always keep it trill i cannot lie (x2)

(verse 2)
everybody tryna be like me
idolize all these rappers dreams
i cannot tell you what i bring
ill even switch the flow so you can see
(i’m just keeping it trill (x3) give a f-ck how you feel)
yeah! true sh-t no new sh-t
people wanna lie when they figure out i do sh-t
pool sh-t, crack you with a pool stick
drill em and i fill em up with a new hit
whats up, whats up my g?
you cannot slide by me
catch you in the dark
only saying sorry when i’m ripping em apart
i’m the one to end sh-t never really start
(-darts noise-) when i hit you with the dart
ight cool tho, i be k!lling sh-t they don’t hit me with the kudos
everything i say boy i really do tho
coming at your neck like a blue nose
i’m the sh-t, who knows, who knows
yeah i’m seeing eye for an eye
i pay these haters no mind
i just keep spitting my lines
you staying sour, all of you f-ckers a lime
i’m working magic, always be dropping these dimes
pushing it time after time
yeah i just wanna keep my fans up will i keep these rubber bands tough
i ain’t even have my blam tucked they’d probably shot me with my hands up
looking up like d-mn son
good sh-t my homie what a d-mn run

- dub town soldier

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