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letra de uppit street sessions vol. 4 - john doe (aus)

[intro]
free joey, free webby
awv, 0-8-12, ay
r.i.p. stingah
ay

[verse 1]
moved out the house and i got me a crib
big-big steel brah, i keep near my d-ck
moved out the hood then i got me a chick
knocked her up then i got me a kid
came a long way from sleepin’ on floors
came a long way from kickin’ in doors
came a long way from kickin’ in jaws
the phones got tapped then the boys got caught
real sh-t brah, f-ck all my friends
shooting big guns out the back of the benz
remember them days? we were riding on peds
f-ck all the wizards and f-ck all your ends
big sh-t since i come in the industry
you want beef? i’ll come to mcguinness street
blue hilux, what now? you c-nts’ all bark like a big dog pound
i’m flippin’ a pound, i’m flippin’ an ounce
i flip then i bounce, f-ck what you’re ’bout
i’m shooting your mum and then makin’ her proud
makin’ her proud
remember that day that i pumped jian?
couple days later, kicked brandon’s arm
i guess you could say your brother’s in arms
but next time i see yous, i’m comin’ in armed
real sh-t brah, f-ck all the fakes
they lie to my face and then eat off my plate
i’m gaining my weight, they use me for bait, they say i disgraced
at the end of the day, that’s the sh-t that i hate
from using the drugs to losing my mates
big john doe brah, they call me the great
[interlude]
ay, ay

[verse 2]
big boys and a ting in the back seat
bing bang then i’m hitting the back streets
smoke you then i’m back like a crack fiend
i’m a monster, they call me the caffeine
see cops then i run like an athlete
see you outside cuz, i’m stopping your heartbeat
in through the back door, takin’ your car key
talk to your missus, she love the bukkake
yeah, flippin’ through bucks
your girlfriend’s a sl-t, she sucks on my nuts
whip that pot ’cause i’m back in the trap
whip my block, rosko on my lap
remember that day that i backed my axe?
no word of a lie, ask stretch about that
swear down, i don’t cap in my rap
i swear, i been numb since my bro got stabbed
we was rolling ’round hard till the bros got nabbed
nah, nah, can’t talk about that, nah, nah, can’t talk about that
fed an opp boy, so his face got fat
if you kick my pride, kiss a baseball bat
why you talk about me like i ain’t all that?
’cause i been in the streets while i write these raps
and i been with the fiends, and i’ve pushed that crack, uh
b-tch, what you do to me?
tried to stay clean but the sh-t never suited me
lingerie and she pulls it off beautifully
giving up ’cause i’m sick of the scrutiny
hate the opps, so i’m doin’ ’em brutally
back that steel when these cats act real
’cause they rap ’bout scores but ain’t been in the field
these c-nts don’t know what i done for a meal
so uck these c-nts that be offerin’ deals
[outro]
turn around, dabs me up, buddah
that was f-cking fat
f-ckin’ fat, on ya, brus

- john doe aus

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