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letra de crunch time - lil dre6o

[intro]
day at the park
what a day at the park (mm, uh, what? let’s do it)

[verse]
i done stayed down and been patient for too long, this sh-t done finally paid off
we got the drop, so you better not move wrong, might f-ck around and take your face off
got caught down bad, but that’s they fault, know i’m from the hood where spinnin’ was taught
n-gga be broke, he can’t even pay for security, you know that protection cost
pop out all white like adin ross
get somebody wiped, then i’m takin’ your life
when you in my city, you better not post that bnb, we comin’ through same night
long live my opp, know he got hit with switches, but still tried to put up a fight
like, boy, don’t run, know wе got tracer rounds, they help mе see at night
n-gga mad my partner spin his house ’bout dissin’, we ain’t playin’
any time a shootout ever happen, you know that we ain’t ran
i’m smokin’ ‘za that’s out the ap, i run out, get weed from ant
n-ggas hoes, they ain’t gon’ face me, i see, uh, gon’ need a hand
put kente name in one of your songs again, your mama gon’ have to see me
won’t say nothin’, but when it’s crunch time, you know i’ma stand on business
got hoes waitin’ just like a lunch line ’cause they know dg the biggest
rapper ho don’t need no cosign, i’ll be up there in a minute
don’t try to dap me up when you see me outside, ’cause i ain’t friendly
just ’cause i got some money don’t mean that i ain’t the f-ckin’ same n-gga
just a lil’ more poppin’, my chain bigger
my brother ‘nem taught me the game, n-gga
i ain’t sayin’ you ain’t goin’ through sh-t, but i just know that all my pain realer
the main n-gga dissin’ on me, i know he sorry, his ass got hit with forty
my brother be trippin’, get real r-t-rded
c-cked it back, step-back like james harden
slide, then put that sh-t on by the ed hardy
crop-top came with a bell bottom
when i’m in the room, i’m feelin’ like cap, on god, ’cause this ho a head doctor
said somethin’ ’bout who? huh, you know that i’m takin’ it there, want every problem
n-gga life so worthless, can’t even sell his soul for a million dollars (he ain’t worth sh-t)
i’m kickin’ sh-t in new york with melly, we chill at the office
n-gga say he was gon’ slap me? huh, crazy, slap his ass right in the coffin (haha)
[outro]
day at the park
what a day at the park

- lil dre6o

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