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letra de dusa - fl dusa

[intro]
just stay the f-ck out of my way
that’s all i say dawg

[chorus]
nuts be hanging to the floor, you know i do my sh-t
mini draco coop, this ar ain’t got no kick
sh-t’ll catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, we don’t miss
walk down, head shot it ’til we finish, that’s a b-tch
satellite be bumping but i’m tryna go legit
used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
unlock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this b-tch
got ’em fighting, throwin’ fits, they just tryna get a fix
[interlude]
they already gone think i’m giving you them bricks, you heard me?
f-ck ’em
they already gon’ think that i turned your light on
the other way you heard on me
they gon’ be like ooh that b-tch i ain’t shinin’
gates got ’em turned up on shook

[verse 1: kevin gates]
tan colored sweater, my h ain’t cut with no fentanyl
olive candid mizzi’ you flinch and i blow your sh-t off
big dusa pull up on me, i drop em on him and he getting on
backend readjustment, a hundred bricks imma send off
you ain’t check your bumper
that tracker sensor ain’t cl!ck off, i don’t play hotels
d-ck her down and drop your lil’ b-tch off
losses come with this, this ain’t for those who got a weak heart
new business stand on nation business, i just took the week off

[verse 2: fl dusa]
i just fell back in the trenches with them birds for the low
they say, “let’s smoke then we gon’ go”, we bring them choppers to they door
i do my diddy with that fifty, ain’t a question, i’ma blow
you see that demon in my eyes n-gga, it’s h0m-cidc n-gga
it’s still murder, mind traumatised, we gon’ sling that fire n-gga
i’m all out the window with that chopper tryna slide n-gga
they got blood on that money, b-tch i still wanna creep and crawl
b-tch i been a dog, i set it off
new queen latifah
death before dishonor yeah, baby court go grab ’em
heaters, we get even with them b-tches and they know we do
still’ll dress up like beetlejuice until my ass get rid of you
say lil daddy, leave me alone (dog)
one order, they’ll slaughter you
[chorus]
nuts be hanging to the floor, you know i do my sh-t
mini draco coop, this ar ain’t got no kick
sh-t’ll catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, we don’t miss
walk down, head shot it ’til we finish, thats a b-tch
satellite be bumping but i’m tryna go legit
used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
unlock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this b-tch
got ’em fighting, throwin’ fits, they just tryna get a fix

- fl dusa

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