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letra de spike lee - dudeylo

[intro]

ahh, oh my-
like, where the f-ck is he-
oh my god!!
oh my-
where the f-ck is he-
bow bow bow, n-gga
bow bow bow
(it’s that dudeylo n-gga man, every f-cking track ya heard? shot after f-cking shot)
oh my god!

(chorus: dudeylo & bloodie)
summer time and i bet they won’t like me
spin through makin’ movies like spike lee
bow, bullets dirty it’s white tee
put a check on his head like it’s nike
[?] that’s your b-tch while she ride me
eatin’ d-ck while you callin’ her wifie
i know that she yours but i think that she like me
[?] grab the chop if that boy try to fight me

[verse: dudeylo & bloodie]
pop me a perc and start going insane
ahh, on lenox we flockin’ for caine
3 knocks in the v we ain’t stoppin’ for what?
like word to my dead’s we gon’ go on this chase
remember on them courts how we let sh-t bang
on the o but them n-ggas can’t hang
lackin’ makks put sh-t in the frame
lackin makks seen my chops go flame
ay-ayo bloodie like, h-how many n-ggas was runnin’?
up down the steps we was yelling “what’s gunnin’?”
sit back then my n-ggas start huntin’
ayo dudey, why they frontin’?
no v took a bus we was buggin’
40’s start barking, 30 was muzzin’
said my name on his block then you know that we comin’
i’m in love with my gun like a fatal attraction
like she a baddie, she got attachments
a-and if she jam, she know ima slap her
b-but if she don’t, then she know ima clap her
i love my gun cause this b-tch actin ratchet
wherever i bring her, she gettin active
don’t gotta tell her, she make it happen
she make sure i’m st-rdy, i’m never lackin’
like watch how i-
like like, watch how i geek any drop
like different breed ima tweak with my knock
i smoke leroy he dead in a box
gaddy was hot with that jet couldn’t fly
like, they shot him right out of the sky
sh-t a shame how that dumb n-gga died
how many times we done been on they side?
like like, bro put the beam on the-
like, i put the beam on who?
like tryna spin? gotta come with you too
boy get shot if he jackin’ the 2
lotti got left, kal g too
th-they never gunned they was spinnin in groups
where’s the ls that be flockin for lou?
i catch me a l then i’m flockin that too
(chorus: dudeylo & bloodie)
summer time and i bet they won’t like me
spin through makin’ movies like spike lee
bow, bullets dirty it’s white tee
put a check on his head like it’s nike
[?] while she write me
eatin’ d-ck while you callin’ her wifie
i know that she yours but i think that she like me
[?] grab the chop if that boy try to fight me

- dudeylo

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