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letra de finna do the dash - ji beats

hopped out the foreign, fresher than a b-tch
hoes walking past like ‘d-mn who the f-ck is this?’
i got my pendant on the way & deco got the wrist
i been punching all day, i got a swollen fist
this drank f-cking up my kidney, got some golden p-ss
don’t make me call my shooter, he’ll really blow this b-tch
unsaved number, d-mn, ion even know this b-tch
i’m sending packs everywhere, i’ll really throw this b-tch
too many missed calls, had to throw on dnd
i was out in rowland heights, at the cnc
told that lil b-tch ion know what you see in me
sh-t, i guess it just gotta be the p in me
i’m rolling up some thc, you rolling cbd
how the f-ck you claim you get high? that sh-ts fivе a g
n-gga smoking on some cheap sh-t, he can’t afford it
i just bought somе new designer, i think i want more sh-t
you n-ggas dead broke stuck, you ain’t got no motion
lil b-tch rubbing on my body like some lotion
i’m hopping fresh as f-ck, come and take my pic
you can die or you can live, come and take your pick
when lil b-tch saw me she said ‘can we take a pic?’
i had to dress fly as f-ck just to take a pic
pull out 100 dubs just so i can take a pic
threw all my chains on so i could take a pic
my n-gga deco got the rollie, got the p-ssy wrist
the weed i’m smoking on right now smell ridiculous
160 on your dash? lil n-gga catch up
how you claim you getting money, you ain’t at the bank
i know you ain’t got no real cards, boy them b-tches blank
i’m smoking real hillard n-gga, man this sh-t stank
don’t run up on me f-ck n-gga, you gon’ become a stain
i know these b-tches only f-ck with me because my name
i know you can’t shoot that gl!ck, you ain’t got no aim
i know you ain’t got no fans, you ain’t got no fame
you ain’t sippin’ on no real drank, that sh-t don’t stain
my chain real water b-tch, man this sh-t is rain
i see stars every time a n-gga look up
i got a real plug if you need the hook up
ran up on that p-ssy n-gga, had him shook up
i’m smoking with sedated, knocking out these d-mn verses
f-ck around and make an album in a whole night
gather all my b-tches round’ to have a hoe fight
every time i make another play that’s more stripes
i’m making plays, god d-mn, feel like ea sports
hopped in the foreign and had to put that b-tch in sports
a n-gga saw the law, so he had to duck off
my ex b-tch texting me, told her f-ck off
b-tch take your shoes off, ain’t no dirtying my loft
this choppa knock a n-gga out his d-mn socks
you really ducking feds if you ain’t really using socks
& i got all these lil n-ggas asking me for sauce
you ain’t got what it takes to become your own f-cking boss
lil b-tch breath stank, told that lil b-tch use some floss
& she texting me her hear broke, i told her b-tch just stop
sh-t ion even know what i’m saying, i think i’m getting lost
& i’m finna do the dash, i just saw the f-cking cops

- ji beats

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