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letra de detroit vs everybody (remix) - ibgm

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[hook: dej loaf]
tell ’em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static)
see me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that (static)
detroit vs. everybody

[verse 1: dej loaf]
ayo east side, raised on that east side
when we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign
fairview street sign, who the f-ck are these guys?
n-ggas want war, we make ’em feel it, touch their g spot
my grandma sold pies and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no key lime
junkies at the side door, make sure that ain’t 5-0
they done set her up, they done hit her with that combo
they done let the dogs out, house smellin’ like pine sol
that was on the north end, i was on the porch then
grandma what you cookin’ up? grandma why that fork bent?
grandma where my mom at? now i want her, beep her up
always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up
jordans, yeah we had ’em on, b-tch it wasn’t no teasin’ us
remember me and pooh was in the window eatin’ peanut b-tter
d-mn i miss my cousin, i’m like r.i.p. to trina’s son
i’m from where it ain’t no love, everybody need a gun

[verse 2: sayitaint]
i say i’m ’bout to k!ll these n-ggas, ho
i’m breakin’ bread with dej loaf
and i ain’t ever been a ho, b-tch i prefer the fur coat
if detroit was a farm, n-gga i’ma be the goat
if my hood had a parade, n-gga i’ma be the float
if my b-tch call me “boo”, n-gga i’ma be a ghost
r.i.p. to martell, i couldn’t see my cousin grow
and i put on for the mitten, don’t get burnt by the stove
me and money go together like l, m, n, o
yep and r.i.p. to to, why you had to go?
i’m tryna keep my poise, son, like bell biv devoe
and i tell a b-tch, “act like you’ve been here before”
and she told me she like heel so i got that b-tch c0ke
yeah, and my n-gga i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no shoe game
my n-ggas know i got ’em like bruce wayne
all i do is hang around apes, n-gga, no lames
every time i come i’m in the ghost, that’s my boo thang
b-tch i’m from the…

[verse 3: oba rowland]
west side, raised on that west side
by both parents and a chopper, lord knows i got problems
drawer full of condoms, f-ck everybody
i tried to change my tendencies, i got less friends than enemies
try me, i’ma get your mothaf-ckin’ fam like the kennedy’s
it’ll go on for infinity, knowin’ i’ma never get my f-ckin’ props
i’m fat but i’ll f-ck your mama in your daddy’s house
hit her doggy style while the cat around, and bust a nut
on your hand-me-downs, now you got nothin’ to wear
you wasn’t prepared, i’m in studios that puffy was in
you puffin’ on squares
cuffin’ the -ss of a b-tch with rapunzel-like hair
capone got k!lled, i’m huntin’ ’em still
if they die a natural death, i’m huntin’ their kids
we never forgive, especially when
the chances we chance for the advancement of cash
abruptly comes to an end
sh-t i’m just lucky my life just wasn’t in sin
keep all my dead homies covered in gin
see i know n-ggas’ history, these stories do not fit you
n0body gave this fat n-gga a p-ss
like back when the lions had scott mitch-ll
beef is when i get you before the cops get you
every time i see n-ggas with fake dve
i pray the cops with ’em if god isn’t

[hook: dej loaf]
tell ’em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static)
see me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that (static)
detroit vs. everybody

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