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letra de drop da bass - g wylx

[chorus: g wylx]
drop the baseline, drop-drop the baseline
get your grime-grime and post to facetime
props to west life from pros with c-cks high
views from birds eye, my crew holds coast line
drop the baseline, drop-drop the baseline
get your grime-grime and post to facetime
props to west life from pros with c-cks high
views from birds eye, my crew holds coast line

[verse 1: g wylx]
puffing the blunt, coughing it out
lay in the cut, praying to god, playing the card, weighing my luck
waiting for sun to come up, hitting the bat with a puck
playhaters play this in cell blocks and fall apart
as i spit words, i wait no rewards (no rewards)
as the ground swirls, your b-lls get burst
you may call earl or call your boss, get nerves
this fake pros, ain’t nothing but the hoes (say what)
stop it, if you think you gonna make a profit gee (gee)
never know when you lay in a coffin gee (fo real)
drop the slapping baseline from 213
alex fima representing for them streets
this your boy g — from russia with west (fo real)
bringing you the cream of cream, only best
from international scene, you know what i mean?
(yeah!) g-funk for real to the extreme

[verse 2: wazap]
[?]

[verse 3: 10 rtm]
oh, what a poetic feeling, home is a broken -ss
building. all along drug addict children. old men are
drunkards chilling, sh-t you don’t wanna mess with!
but i’m flexin’, pop lock dancin’! (aha!)
i’ve got a positive mind in this dungeons. (yeah!)
and we need to paradigm shift of conscience. (right!)
if you want changes, then change your behaviour
now don’t think, (no) just shake what your mama gave ya!

[verse 4: rimsky]
with a g’d up sound, you can’t lay me down
on my way and my feet don’t fail me now
got game, but i ain’t gonna play around
say my name 3 times – i’ll blast ya [blaw!]
educated by the criminal music of the west
on the low on the phone – when it’s on, say less
not to get under the hammers when you’re in the pd
when i got the real p, you don’t wanna be me
low key and now you busta can’t see the r
tryina mess wit’ it you’re gonna need the cpr
forget this. now the funk make-make me high
like a doctor said: “let-let-let me ride”
to spice 1, m-ss 187 or king-t
c-bo, foesum, murder squad and og daddy v
hpg, wc, big prodeje, eazy-e
it’s paying homage respect to them real ogs overseas

- g wylx

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