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letra de "dress code" - maffew ragazino

[hook]
you know the dress code, you know the dress code
vintage hilfiger with the crest hoe
double rl denim, you know the dress code
i keep a fresh toe
chilled bordeuax, grilled chicken pesto
been through a lot of bullshit but i’m blessed though
n-gg-s be hating but uhhh you know how that go

[verse 1: maffew ragazino]
& i gotta respect that, but i ignore and deflect that
the k holds fifty n-gg-s gotta respect that
real recognize real and i don’t detect that
if it ain’t a money call, i gotta reject that
have my shit in full when i come to collect that
or get bent out of shape, no celebrity death match
i’m in a hoop, rolling round with a fresh catch
nets snapback, jordan 3’s cement black
(ha) bank stop no bet back
i told my b-tch to blow the dice
then i rolled head crack
picked up a random book somewhere
and i read that, the greatest blessing you could get in life is a set back
these old n-gg-s, all they do is reflect back
on the glory days, when they used to have it
now that’s that
six million ways to skin a cat
sweetest joy next to getting pussy, is payback

[verse 2: ufofev]
i don’t really, i don’t really, i don’t respect that
my nautica is vintage
boat where the breast at
hilfiger crest match the vest in a jet black
ufo invest in something you get back
these last days, got me drawing up these cash plays
studying the game, realizing my bad ways
a bunch of suckers moving together?
i couldn’t tell, cause i only keep i touch
with my n-gg-s that kept it real
i be so fly, got a few n-gg-s thinking i steal
a flip or two away from a rollie, see how you feel
when i’m unsigned, driving up to date
in some 20 point diamonds
(d-mn that boy shining )
i’m with maff in some pippens, just rhyming
run you out the park, you’ll realize you had a hymen
sounds good, won’t you run that back
i’m ufofev, now that you know
that’s that, i am the dress code

[verse 3: maffew ragazino]
& i gotta respect that, but what the f-ck you expect back
my rep is golden, and i got to protect that
n-gg- run up wrong, then i got to correct that
knuckle bone to jaw bone
i got to connect that
fans say i’m the shit, i don’t even say thanks back
n-gg-s only respect disrespect, and that’s fact
my double r l’s got paint splats
i don’t trust hoes, b-tches set traps
green tea fraps, seaweed wraps
poppa doc told me, n-gg- streets need that
p-ss pitfalls, i move p-ssed that
roll your own shit, don’t be talking bout p-ss that
clique momosas, turkey bacon with flapjacks
the new rat pack, you’re a lab rat
talking slick lip, get your eye patched
b-tch i’m that n-gg-, can’t deny that (no!)

- maffew ragazino

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