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letra de he damaged you - itzlildrench

[intro]
(that boy is different [?])
(i don’t know how i)
(why i wish the seas)
mmhm, trap on they more than thirty piece
([?])
i know the opps, they heard of me
(like the [?] comes back)

[chorus: itzlildrench]
i be wonderin’ what your n-gga do for you
i could show you how to get the bag and go and gather troops
diss a n-gga for a bum but i’m not even mad at you
you told me i can’t handle you, i see through that he damaged you
spinnin’ through they block, do it like a dvd
i crushed a pieced with pdp
i know the fiends they needin’ me
i go up on they block, in the lo’ this is a thirty piece
i know the opps, they heard of me
i need a wrist or birdy please

[verse 1: itzlildrench]
re-up off a brick, b-tch you know i’m crushin’ it
hoppin’ out this whip, three deep, my glock, i’m bustin’ it
you got the racks, cro got the drop, me and gang, you know we’re rushin’ it
i whip the [?] up in the pot, i sit down, now money comin’ in
now money comin’ in, me and cro gon’ punish him
[?] punchin’ on the range, you banged around, think crodie punchin’ him
i whip the cf ’til it’s hot, no mcd’s, the fiends they lovin’ it
i fill my glock up to the top then hit the block, i can’t be strugglin’
[verse 2: tg]
been stuck up on the grind, you already know a n-gga hustlin’
taxin’, always for the pros, we had to double it
i caught a play, i showed my cro, we had to huddle it
i got the work over the pot and now it’s bubblin’
high heat, you already know the clientele stay callin’ in
just get the drop and if it’s certi’ then we comin’ in
come find out who you f-ckin’ with
you know my n-ggas down to blitz
they just jazzin’ on the net, uh, no i never seen a drizz

[verse 3: younggoat]
talkin’ on the net, ran up on him, know he never seen a blitz
kicked up in the trenches, ran it up, you know i’m gettin’ it
i ain’t leavin’ my crib, uh, if it ain’t ’bout dividends
if i see a opp, rise it up, you know i’m rinsin’ it
wrist up in the pot, sh-t get tired, you know i’m whippin’ it
then i bag it up, then hit the strip, you know i’m dishin’ it
crodie beat that case, uh, came out on conditionin’
been [?] since young, momma told me i ain’t listenin’

- itzlildrench

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