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letra de welcome2crimeland - lil dre

smoking buddha till i’m buried
thumbing cheddar, i love dairy
and her p-ssy never hairy
kdot shooting, it get scary
i pulled up on my lonely
but i scratched off with yo b-tch
dredo puffin on ya homie
tell ya whole gang suck a d-ck
got this big -ss. 45 on me, i put 30 in a clip
shoutout my n-gga zae, rollin 30s who he with
giving bullets to these n-ggas, by the way they hollow tips
prometh turn my sprite fizzing, got me leaning off the sh-ts
b-tches acting like my momma, tryna figure where im at
the opps keep steady dissing, hear em’ all say this and that
i’m bringing home some guwala, where the f-ck you getting that
pressed this uzi to ya collar, like a iron to some slacks
counting through a bank deposit, always runnin up a sack
b-tch i’m always in the field, kush and guap is what i pack
this d-ck is what she feel, “dredo blowin out my back”
lg splurging all on clothes, had to get it off the trap
if my n-ggas gotta shoot you, kdot whippin out his mac
16shotz is flippin oppers, gotta call them n-ggas jack
5 facetime calls from ya wifey, but my phone on 1 percent
he sending heated comments, heated sh-llz is what i sent
we is headed to the top, and that was really meant
me and drill got now&laters, all i had was 50 cents
push start my brand new bugatti, my shoes cost ya momma rent
trapping, living in a mansion, why you living with ya rents’
i’m rollin up swishers, i cannot f-ck with no bowls
i’m a demon with an ak, dredo known for taking souls
wrapped up 100s in my ksubis, that boy tried to take my rolls
100 missiles in the drum, that’s a 100 bullet holes
mandown, mandown, mandown, bodies dropping left and right
guess you really can’t go to parties without grippin on a pipe
i just flashed my f-ckin curry so there is no need to fight
but if i’m feeling worried, may god please bless his life
tazz smokin on some chronic, got em tweaking in this b-tch
plague ya whole hood like bubonic, we is lg, on my kids
but ion have no children, she got a mouthful of that sh-t
with my shooters, and we drillin, i got gang nem in them whips
most thotties, needa stop it, tryna get up in my pockets
off a molly, and the scottie, got me higher than a rocket
all designer, fly as f-ck, i think i need a pilot
money counter on the counter, stack of 100s right by it
cause i worked hard for this sh-t
ain’t get sleep for all this sh-t
my rifles all got scopes
so you know you getting hit
riding bikes when on them blocks
on my side, was always kdot
flipping money in trapspots
balmain pockets filled with knots
member made my momma cry
always worried i was gone die
ya baby tote his chopper
so i wanna see em try
lg till the heaven gates
i’ma shooter to the fakes
i got rambo in ya face
putting bullets in ya face
people ask me why i’m mean
either xanax, percs or lean
dredo also in my dreams
but she gotta do team

- lil dre

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