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letra de did you know - dubba-aa

intro: dubba-aa
s–t i’m just a n–a
a florida n—a
hook 1: dubba-aa
mama said you better beat streetlights
but i’m infatuated by the street life
more money more problems but my stick it’ll solve it
now all these h–s be on me
remember times all these h–s ignored me
i told these p—y n—s f–k how it turn out
steady speaking on our name like they know us
verse 1: dubba-aa
see i’m a florida n—a
if that boy start snitching we don’t know that n—a
we got twelve on our trail taking kodak pictures
trying to lock a n—a down cuz our bag got bigger
my round my n—a my thug
if i got it then you got it that’s love
right or wrong ain’t no switching up
see i got love for all my day ones
hеad first in that water
b–h i bleed concrete i’m from thе pavement
the street life gets rugged
the young n–a out here stay thuggin
just trying to make a way so they can eat
hearing shots every night you can barely sleep
all you see is gold t–th when they hit lics
dread head n—a and they gone k!ll s–t
hook 2: dubba-aa
mama said you better beat streetlights
but i’m infatuated by the street life
more money more problems but my stick it’ll solve it
now all these h–s be on me
remember times all these h–s ignored me
i told these p—y n—s f–k how it turn out
steady speaking on our name like they know us
verse 2: tom g
bottom to the top got it out the mud
d-gg-ng from the cops sold a lot of drugs
d–ks hanging out them glocks full of hallow slugs
tatted barcode cuz this what im a product of
went broke on my d–k then i got it up
now these h—s tryna say i’m acting hollywood
they tryna play you close when you going through it
b–h where the f–k you was when i was going through it
now my fingers turned blue cuz i just thumb through it
them same fingers on the triggers if it come to it
i had to switch my infrastructure
you operating kind of sus n—a f–k ya
huggin the strong to survive my n—a
round here its either prison or you die my n—a
lost so many no more tears to cry my n—a
im trying to run this money to the sky my n—a
hook 3: dubba-aa
mama said you better beat streetlights
but i’m infatuated by the street life
more money more problems but my stick it’ll solve it
now all these h–s be on me
remember times all these h–s ignored me
i told these p—y n—s f–k how it turn out
steady speaking on our name like they know us

- dubba aa

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