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letra de drop it like it's hot (freestyle) - kendrick lamar

[hook: kendrick lamar]
for my n-ggas that hate the fights
get it with the glocks
get it with the glocks
get it with the glocks
for my n-ggas that hustle nights
bakin’ with the pots
bakin’ with the pots
bakin’ with the pots
for my n-ggas that know right
k-dot is hot
k-dot is hot
k-dot is hot
see my game still the same, never trick on a b-tch
you don’t have to tell me, i know i’m the sh-t

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
i’m a nice dude, livin’ my life dude
trick on a dumb b-tch is nothin’ i might do
some try to play fools, to shots to they [?]
i’m mean like a red bull is mean when it’s [?]
i’m faithful, to whatever i stand for
that means dough, gettin’ my pesos
gecko or geico, whatever it stand for
red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow
pants hang low
born with the best flow since ll was rockin’ a kangol
87, one man, eighty weapons
i go hard without usin’ protection
ard ho learn your lesson
when i pull out, make like r. kelly, get to steppin’
i’m the best at this profession
i can’t help but bring it back to the essence mothaf-ckas

[verse 2: dj dave]
i’m a young dude, smoke the best weed
see the act right, see them dubs clean
a s-xy bachelor, hit ’em in your strokes
never bust a n-gga, goin’ down your throat
the phantom, not rich enough to cop yet
but picture [?] for the n-ggas outta pocket
i can exercise you, you can get a [?]
when i lean back, don’t dance, give me [?]
k!lla got that heat, we know k!llas in the street
with the heat that make you feel like a fat boy at the beach
so don’t try to run up on [?] talkin’ all that [?] and sh-t
i can rhyme and sh-t
if you n-ggas pay attention, you won’t ask me sh-t
you should think about it, take a second, one
matter of fact, you should take four b
think before you f-ck with real k!llas in the street

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
i’m from a small city, no pity shown ‘cept hammers thrown
quickly push back your dome like a hot comb
so swiftly, come get me
if i had every b-tch in the world, boy, you still ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m ’bout my money strictly, as long as i stack my banks up
i’ll have enough young bucks to f-ck with 50
now who f-ckin’ with me? me and that gun was born siamese twins
so where i move, it’s comin’ with me
you down right, play with me, think i won’t take your life
the scope’ll have more dots on you than a website
i’m ’bout my head right and yours left
i swear in the vocal booth is where i’ll take my last breath
that’s k-dot, oh you ain’t heard? sh-t, that boy hot
with dime b-tches runnin’ on beaches like baywatch
you sit and watch the young child with my money stacks
add up faster than cell phones on speed dial

- kendrick lamar

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