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letra de not a rapper - greenlightt

[intro]
(hey dasani)
(drilltime, what you cookin’ up)

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
oh you left a n-gga dead huh that’s what your fans say
if i wasn’t rapping i’ll spin on n-ggas everyday
bust a n-gga in he get up hit up each in every way
he talkin’ bout he gone k!ll me if you love him you gone let him play
i ain’t never lackin’ tho know i keep the [?] ho
how you write that murder sh-t how you bang and you don’t rap bro
bro be in the spotty he be quick to hit a pack ho
opp n-gga talkin’ sh-t, he finna get his ass backdoored
hold up let me crank it up dead opp hit him up
he a b-tch we sticked him up he saw and he b-tched up
clubhouse gangsta hold on wait let me pull up
catch him by hissеlf, and ask that n-gga throw that hood up
we be on your block with them drac’s n-gga good luck
wе gone hit whoever else you with you and it’s two of us
droppin’ out a big body tryna wreck your shooter up
them n-ggas got no aim that’s why he hit this sh-t ain’t new to us

[verse 2: greenlight]
i be spinnin’ blocks boy i know you n-ggas heard of me
spin a n-gga block broad day he gone need surgery
go and post up on that block we get the drop you know we coming trough
petey died mookie died before them n-ggas thought bout coming trough
i be drillin’ sh-t boy my opps ain’t having no fun
in that field it get dangerous my glock boy i’m aiming it
heard they looking for me b-tch i’m posted where them shootas be
you ain’t taking nothing k!ll a n-gga think bout robbing me
bust a n-gga head for that bread go and drill sum
late night sliding me and ku got a glock or 22
we’ve been lurkin’ 6 by 2 tryna catch him at his school
i can’t take these n-ggas serious cause they be talkin’ from the internet
when we run into ‘em they be hiding they ain’t into that
i ain’t sparrin’ sh-t you can get it and your dawg too
heard the last n-gga died for what he said now he ain’t sayin’ nothin’
p-ssy talkin’ out his neck i can tell he ain’t drill none
choppa got a drummer test i’m tryna leave his topless
that n-gga died in the apartments cause that p-ssy couldn’t stop this
bro be in the cut he f-ck sh-t up he tryna blam sum
body after body bro said we boostin’ up the murder rate

- greenlightt

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