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letra de dill pickle [period version] - good meets great

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[produced by stanjay da 5’4″ & emdein]

[intro: zackbydaway]
woah, woah
zackbydaway
nah, for real?

[hook: zackbydaway]
i don’t give a d-mn, yeah, i always be on trap s—
break it down, with the found, we always called a split
23, michael jordan, steph curry, with the whip
make it to the left to the right, hin-di all in my sister
i got left for both for my kid, and i can’t forget my sister
blin-cher, like a barn, no, blin-cher, like a down-izzle
fast lane in it, as i ‘tea, they say “i love my nuts”
i ain’t goin’ back and forth, this ain’t green like a dill pickle
[verse: lil’ rock]
yeah
i ain’t never been a b—-
i’mma keep that s— on ways
and no, them n—– not on s—
this on, i know a n—-, in your gran’ner, we the s—
and ooh, we bust a brain-h–
crew don’t get splin’
i got pa’lore on my pose, and these things are for a habit
i got ‘senner on my clips, you left the katy in yo’ bag
and my stickies, and my boss, not my boss, b—-, i’m not ridin’
n—-, put up, tryna ‘baus that, i’m so shy, b—-
i’m not friends, so is you right?
now where’s you’ baudu-bag?
so else, i make it right
i ain’t never seen a hut-dong, seen inside, i won’t be ‘fite
what the f—?
i feel likes o’s and that’ the s— i don’t like
that h– told me “i ain’t s–‘er”, told that h– “i know right”
cut my s— a lot every day
like, h–, i told you that i fly
cut my s— a lot every day
that ap only cost a lot
told that b—- “i don’t do nothin'” and she dunk on self the line
told that b—- that i go slide-on in’it, haw-cun, said it took or not
yeah, you on instagram
poppin’ s— you broke a lot
d—, say you roll, smoke with us
and you gon’ die or not?
[hook: zackbydaway]
i don’t give a d-mn, yeah, i always be on trap s—
break it down, with the found, we always called a split
23, michael jordan, steph curry, with the whip
make it to the left to the right, hin-di all in my sister
i got left for both for my kid, and i can’t forget my sister
blin-cher, like a barn, no, blin-cher, like a down-izzle
fast lane in it, as i ‘tea, they say “i love my nuts”
i ain’t goin’ back and forth, this ain’t green like a dill pickle

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