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letra de dts(dope thug side) - lil keba

[intro]
yeah n-gga
i’mma dope n-gga you know what im sayin’
if you wanna know my dope side just walk on my lane
it finna tell you tha truth who i am

[chorus]
walk in these b-tches and they get my dts
run up the sh-t cos i’m dope ain’t no lies
yung turnt n-ggas from the hood they flex
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the sh-t you say
don’t play with me nah i ain’t got time to play
never chase b-tches the checks i chase
in the bando we smoke ’em gas
ak-47 my shoots goes straight

[verse;1]
she wanted to use me to take off my bag
but i used my money to f-ck her so bad
she think she cute and i p-ssed on her face
got too many n-ggas b-tch you a b-tch and b-tch
i don’t even know how you suck my d-ck
even yo momma know that you a b-tch
sucked, f-cked by life cos you got some sh-t
and i got trippin’, drippin’, trappin’, and poppin’
smokin’ my dope n-gga i’m feelin’ so high
stickin’ on the lane njgga, i go get em bands
you take what’s mine n-gga, i go get my straightenin
got too muble flows n-gga i’m migo in the city
i started this sh-t by puttin’ ad-libs
turned into covers, now i’m making my lines
ask mang’anyette, he know what i’m sayin’
“twajulikana” got prove it we dope ain’t no lies
[chorus]
walk in these b-tches and they get my dts
run up the sh-t cos i’m dope ain’t no lies
yung turnt n-ggas from the hood they flex
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the sh-t you say
don’t play with me nah i ain’t got time to play
never chase b-tches the checks i chase
in the bando we smoke ’em gas
ak-47 my shoots goes straight

[verse;2]
i ain’t gonna stop, n-gga i do it till i die
hittin’ ’em walls like graffiti, in the store
ballin’ so hard man like i’m king kobe
give you my straightenin ‘cos you got the hope
lil keba do trapping, you know i’m the goat
pace on the race, take you to the top
reckless in the race, gon make you drop
braveless n-gga act, you can’t hit the spot
remorseless no stress, i admit it yeah
regardless my talent, thank you my god
doubtless me you bless, with the talent i got
n-ggas they hate ,cos i’m doing better
race to the cake ,till doors go up
shawty she love me, the trophy she got it up
i’m take her with me, you know she deserve
runnin’ it up , runnin’ it up, and she gon’ pop
[chorus]
walk in these b-tches and they get my dts
run up the sh-t cos i’m dope ain’t no lies
yung turnt n-ggas from the hood they flex
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the sh-t you say
don’t play with me nah i ain’t got time to play
never chase b-tches the checks i chase
in the bando we smoke ’em gas
ak-47 my shoots goes straight

[outro]
yeah man
i don’t f-ck with kemosabes you know what i’m sayin
dope thug n-gga for real
f-ck these p-ssy n-ggas
p-ssy , p-ssy

- lil keba

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