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letra de real rap - fbg dutchie & reese g

[intro: reese g]
yeah, man
shout out to my haters, man, fbg, mg in this b-tch
2011, man, you know what it do, man
this sh-t don’t stop, man

[verse 1: reese g]
give a toast, yeah, a toast to the haters
i’m out here doin’ business, i’m ’bout to renovate ’em
.40 with my thirties and the bullets penetratin’
t-shirts, cemeteries, that’s a demonstration
body me a n-gga, then i take a lil’ vacation
keep the cali in me, that’s the great motivation
sounds from the spirit got me k!llin’ like i’m jason
do another hit, i look him right up in his face, man
off a few things, f-ck the laws if they chasin’
pop both of them, leave their bodies layin’ adjacent
real sick n-gga, nothin’ nice here to play with
only for the team, other n-ggas, don’t say sh-t
custom-made jocks, you’ll think it’s on a sp-ceship
no landlines, cell phones when i make hits
p-ssy n-ggas talk, so i hear about the fake sh-t
only deal real, so them others hit the wait list
[interlude: fbg dutchie]
hahaha
yeah, yeah, yeah
it’s dutchie two times
fbg, baby

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
welcome to the ‘ville, it’s right under the l
where you can get k!lled if you droppin’ them l’s
from us poppin’ them sh-lls, you’ll be in that casket
i’m tryna get that bag ’cause at first, i ain’t have it
i wanna live lavish, so i tote a banger
this jock on me, homie, i’m prepared for the danger
i feel the angel ’cause they took my broski took
retaliation is a must, so we gon’ blow, then we gon’ shoot
and if you rockin’ with ’em, fam, you in this sh-t, too
this sh-t real in the field, lil’ n-gga, it’s the truth
so don’t be lackin’, you better keep your head up
gon’ chase that back, kid, gon’ get your bread up
so you can cash out
jump on ’em like a trampoline and swag out, and do your thing
and these hoes on your d-ck, they wanna do your team, man
so d-t-d, b-tch, e-a-d, b-tch
we the winnin’ team, mvp sh-t
your girlfriend wanna do me and my g’s, b-tch
we coolin’ on our 063 sh-t
where we at? st. lawrence, 063, b-tch
[interlude: fbg dutchie & reese g]
hahaha (haha, haha)
man, they ain’t feeling us, djay, man, i think we gotta put this sh-t together, man
they ain’t feeling us
give these n-ggas a lil’ some’, man
let’s show ’em what it do, reese
show ’em how we come back on their lil’ ass, man
for real
let’s do this sh-t
let’s get it

[verse 3: reese g & fbg dutchie]
i don’t think they feel us, swag on some different sh-t
money comin’ fast, countin’ numbers like arithmetic
007 guns, scorin’ every mission sh-t
and i rep my side for them guys who we missin’, kid
ain’t playin’, n-gga, go hard when they mention sh-t
that’s my worst fear gettin’ set up by a snitchin’ b-tch
and this snitchin’ sh-t dead like y’all mans
jumpin’ anybody gate just to spend y’all bands
n-ggas talkin’ money, white folks, old pres’
i been holdin’ cash before the chase bank opened
and on every track, charlie, i’ma go in
treat him like that tooka pack, roll up, smoke him
fire his ass up, i’ma try to get a puff in
.40 on his ass, i don’t see him actin’ tough then
man, f-ck them, they ain’t really on sh-t
let’s do a hit, folks, let’s get him gone quick
[outro: fbg dutchie]
haha, yeah, it’s fbg, girl
money gang
shout out to t, i see you, lil bro, reese g in this b-tch, too
what it do, dro? we in here, we on now
yeah, i’m number two, free the f-ckin’ guys
real rap, man, let’s go

- fbg dutchie reese g

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