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letra de “no auto dula” - gdg dula

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i’m out lw wit 65s and i swear to god they gon slide eazy pull up from the south side and i swear you die we k!llin on purpose no purpin we keep tools tuckd wit no belt so police don’t kno we working

kaywop upped it on his head and his body gon get to jerking my chin up high when i tote the pistol cause i’m never feeling nervous i been eating since a baby and i did my own burping

need 200 for some red sick my d-ck you think i’m churchin grew up off a 1 meal tf is supper every n-gga wit me different mova they my step brother the streets became our father when n0body could provide ill forever speak the truth i’m never gon need to lie chopping off my right hand if he think he gon testify

i’m like a pimple i’m at your face i’m ready pop sh-t go to jummah wit my pistol on my ahk sh-t f-ck the system they tryn keep me in them locks b-tch all your men some thief’s none them got bodies on em my young caught his vick he ain’t even bragging on em said he want another stick and i see opps i better call him

i’m out my body i’m off these perks b-tch that lil .380 don’t even hurt b-tch we the new boys wit these glizzys make him jerk b-tch don’t make me pull thru ina dark tint

money joe i kno for sure ain’t never live by guns so how tf he die by one gdawg got no k!ller how tf i lose my n-gga

b-tch i been on my side b-tch i miss my guys and i be so d-mn high around so many irons

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