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letra de move doley - dusty locane

[intro: dusty locane]
i got hitman on the beat
look
ayo op, what’s crackin’ cuz?
haha, listen
corey lingo, what’s up man?

[chorus: dusty locane]
f-ck what the d.a. told me
keep a stick on my hip, move doley
in the hood talkin’ sh-t like you know me
shu shu hit ’em up, yo, op
leave ’em leaking, slowly
shoot shots, bend blocks, gin0bili
20k up in the duffy, turn that n-gga to a duppy
moët got me feeling bubbly
he talk that smoke, gon’ touch him
he mad at his baddie, she love me
i give her the d-ck, she lucky
my glock be riding in the front seat
he talk that smoke, won’t touch me
turn a n-gga to a duppy
look at his brains, mushy

[verse 1: onpointlikeop]
know that i’m getting money (breesh), none of these n-ggas could touch me (nah)
i did 30k on thе roll, n-gga, that’s fresh off a uppy (upped it)
n-gga, all my opps some hoеs, n-gga they broke and musty (ugh)
know that they ain’t getting no money (nah), told them kick it like rugby (b-tch)
if i see an opp, whack a opp (n-gga), turn that boy to a duppy
if i move with the treys (you know), or i’m rollin’ with dusty
how you wanna do it? sh-t could get ugly (p-ssy), yeah, i’m stuck in my ways
telling me ways to get to this shmoney (nine-o), so i gotta get paid
traps for days, staying with gang (hah), still stay on my block
rollin’ with gang, diggin’ through rains (blaow), still slide on a opp
thirty-two shots all in my glock (don’t want no thot)
thirty-two shots all in my glock, roll with the opps, know you get shot, p-ssy
[chorus: dusty locane]
f-ck what the d.a. told me
keep a stick on my hip, move doley
in the hood talkin’ sh-t like you know me
shu shu hit ’em up, yo, op
leave ’em leaking, slowly
shoot shots, bend blocks, gin0bili
20k up in the duffy, turn that n-gga to a duppy
moët got me feeling bubbly
he talk that smoke, gon’ touch him
he mad at his baddie, she love me
i give her the d-ck, she lucky
my glock be riding in the front seat
he talk that smoke, won’t touch me
turn a n-gga to a duppy
look at his brains, mushy

[verse 2: dusty locane]
if you come walking down to fifth, huh
then you better have your grip, look
thirty in him, then he flip, look
in the trenches how we live
free skrap out the cage, it’s a run down
1090 to the fifth, we don’t play ’round
m4 lift ’em up, he gon’ lay down
and we all from the floss, that’s the playground
send that n-gga to his maker
drip sauce, flavor
walk down with a laser
sailing kites, get your cake up
but now we back to this gang sh-t
6-os and i’m sanctioned
stuff a n-gga in the pavement
and i’m missing arraignment
i can’t tolerate no bullsh-t
shu shu be the movement
and all my n-ggas keep a full clip
seen the opps, they ain’t do sh-t
(they scared, sh-t, haha, them n-ggas wasn’t on no gang sh-t)
i seen the opps, they ain’t do sh-t (look)
[chorus: dusty locane]
f-ck what the d.a. told me
keep a stick on my hip, move doley
in the hood talkin’ sh-t like you know me
shu shu hit ’em up, yo, op
leave ’em leaking, slowly
shoot shots, bend blocks, gin0bili
20k up in the duffy, turn that n-gga to a duppy
moët got me feeling bubbly
he talk that smoke, gon’ touch him
he mad at his baddie, she love me
i give her the d-ck, she lucky
my glock be riding in the front seat
he talk that smoke, won’t touch me
turn a n-gga to a duppy
look at his brains, mushy

- dusty locane

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