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letra de 300 days - lil duke

[intro: lil duke]
yeah
pablo escobar sh-t
came a long way, frunny, what it do?
gunna gunna

[chorus: lil duke]
i been getting cash all my life
stayed down and i earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights, i been doing this sh-t all my life
no donald, but b-tch, i’m with trump
he got the gas and ain’t talking no skunk
got my lil’ b-tch with me from the gump
she got them things in the trunk
these n-ggas flexin’ like they got it, but they ain’t
my lil’ b-tch, she gon’ ride or die with me, she ain’t no saint
my n-ggas flexin’, pouring lean, they pour straight out the pint
all of my n-ggas, they get it in
all of my n-ggas, they with it
jugging, finessing the city and f-ckin’ these b-tches

[verse 1: lil duke]
i swear to god i’m on ganja
ain’t nothin’ but right there, i’m on it
pretty lil’ b-tches, they calling and texting me hearts, they saying they h-rny
thousand dollar cologne
got them b-tches all on me
balmains on with a suit and tie, b-tch, i’m young and important
pretty lil’ b-tch with me gorgeous
and she don’t ride nothing but foreigns
they blowing up my phone, your n-gga boring
i’m finna go touring
make her start [?] dallas, then missouri
run up a hundred, i’m dripping [?]
me not getting no money, that’s delirious
they gave my boy life, f-ck the jury
hit hard, move silent, that’s the motto
running through bands just like i hit the lotto
foreign my whip and i change my auto
know that it’s push start
i got a good heart
i just play my cards
the cards i was dealt and i just took this sh-t and i made this sh-t large

[verse 2: gunna]
who move that work, sell it by the weight?
we drinking that lean out the pint?
we having them racks like the bank
i copped the ak in the safe
just a young n-gga tryna find me some pesos
them racks steady runnin’ a race
300 days, 300 nights, we in vegas
we take this sh-t cross the nation, i’m rockin’ the latest
watch your step, a n-gga steppin’ in mason
bought this kush, a n-gga leanin’ and faded
iced the muller, boy, i think i done made it
gunna gunna, boy, i’m so underrated
duke and frunny, b-tch, we want us some paper
we loading clips and shooting shots at you haters
we the realest n-gga you imitators
diamond water, b-tch, it’s 40 pointers
gunna gunna keep the 40 on me
i don’t think these b-tches really want it
marble floor, these b-tches tippy-toeing
[?] versace sheets, these b-tches sleeping on me
[?] these n-ggas leasin’ on it
getting money’s all a n-gga wanted, all a n-gga wanted

[verse 3: frunny]
trap to trailer, we pay the neighbor
bring it to your city, i done tipped the waiter
n-gga send a skirt, you can get it catered
if you buy enough, i’ll drop the wager
treat the spot like hot thots, don’t stay long, we get in and out
everybody got a pistol in here, no jerry, n-gga, this a stack house
incense in the driveway, on everything, sh-t, that loud
chola on the counter and the table, took the whole house just to count it down
multimillion dollar operation, n-gga, you don’t run, this our town
50 flights up, pretty b-tch blowing backwoods serving downtown
[?] sticks in the [?] and that v12 when we sliding ’round
20 on me, take [?]
20 more bags sealed in the stash box
on the highway, f-ck the mattlocks
scared of that money, scream, “red rock”
you can get rich from right here, lil’ n-gga
f-ck all that talking ’bout reaching the top

- lil duke

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