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letra de demon time - fn dadealer

[intro]
yeah, huh
yeah, okay (okay)
i’m in this b-tch right now, n-gga, i’m on percs, n-gga, i’m booted, n-gga
i got twenty thousand on me too
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
yeah, bulletproof truck packed with switches and them hitters in it
and they five percent tinted, you can’t even see who in it?
they like, “fn ain’t no rapper, he a dealer,” yeah, okay
they like, “fn ain’t no rapper, he a k!ller,” uh (yeah, okay)
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, they talk sh-t on instrumentals
p-ssy play like we won’t pull up, we hit that bl!ck and flip that rental
put that draco in his mouth, i’ll fix a n-gga dental
put his body in the river, they gon’ have to go and fish him out
[verse]
plenty bad b-tches, we ain’t trippin’, we can switch ’em out
hundred-thousand-dollar ‘woods, ain’t trippin’, we can switch ’em out
ho, what is you doin’? is you tryna suck this d-ck or not?
if she not, then kick her out, ain’t no chillin’ in the spot, huh (f-ck you doin’?)
label callin’ like, “is you tryna trap or rap?” uh
i’m on bullsh-t, i’m tryna get a rapper clapped, uh
take him off the map, get his ass outta here
home run, batter up, we gon’ get him out of here, on god
b-tch, he ain’t comin’ back
six-four hemis, paper tag
you know you can’t run from that
jefe out the roof, he like to shoot
we send a blitz and hit his running back
n-gga tried to run, so we caught him in his back
just like ricky, huh, yellin’, “swiss cheese” (cheese)
why he diss me? huh (me), now it’s r.i.p., huh (he dead)
ain’t no comin’ in this spot ‘less you gettin’ on your knees
this a presidential watch, it got my wrist on freeze
better not bring your b-tch around ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ p
and we pushin’ f-ckin’ p’s exotic weed, and we got this sh-t for cheap
we pull up in srts, tear up the street
i let back the seat, let her eat, she a motherf-ckin’ freak for me (on god)
hundred thousand ain’t no deal, that sh-t sweet to me, huh (that’s sweet)
ran that sh-t up at seventeen in the streets
i can’t lie, they sprayed our street
but you best believe that we hopped out on feet
with them sticks and tried to put that boy to sleep
on my mama, n-gga
if i’m lyin’, i’m dyin’ then (i’m dyin’ then)
and i ain’t dyin’ then
but when it’s beef, we like to dine in, huh
you keep postin’ all these guns, n-gga, slide then (let’s do it)
soon as he tried to slide in, that’s when his time end, huh
bend it over, come here, b-tch, i’m tryna slide in (come here, b-tch)
then let my brother f-ck her after me, he slidin’ in it, uh
off the lot, brand new trackhawk, we slidin’ in it, uh (skrrt)
and it’s not rented, uh, a hundred shots in it (boom, boom, boom)
a thousand on these shoes, these ain’t louis, b-tch, these gucci, huh (guccis)
cartier my shades, i can see right through ’em, uh (through ’em)
i see n-ggas fake, i know they hatin’, they can’t hide it (hide it)
how the f-ck you make a n-gga main ho your side b-tch?
treat her like a sidekick
n-gga, that’s my blood, you play with him, we start a riot
lot of shots firin’
lot of n-ggas— uh
lot of n-ggas— uh
lot of n-ggas, i can’t say it, lot of n-ggas dyin’
[chorus]
yeah, bulletproof truck packed with switches and them hitters in it
and they five percent tinted, you can’t even see who in it?
they like, “fn ain’t no rapper, he a dealer,” yeah, okay
they like, “fn ain’t no rapper, he a k!ller,” uh (yeah, okay)
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, they talk sh-t on instrumentals
p-ssy play like we won’t pull up, we hit that bl!ck and flip that rental
put that draco in his mouth, i’ll fix a n-gga dental
put his body in the river, they gon’ have to go and fish him out

- fn dadealer

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