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letra de dog $hit - mjpaid

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
(hillboy)

[verse 1]
d-mn, dog sh-t militia, of course i got dog sh-t
broke as h-ll postin’ pape, that’s your dog sh-t
tried to make a play for him, they ain’t know i win
i don’t got no raps in my notes, n-gga, all bins
twenty jacks to my eras ’cause i called in
bro got a fetish for the glocks, he want all gens
still f-ckin’ with the fns
n-ggas broke and i’m not, that’s a blessing
pushin’ jacks through the text, feel like s-xton
boogs said in-stores green, what’s the catch then? (go in there, n-gga)

[interlude]
like, what’s the catch, n-gga? like
sh-t hot, like
no fakin’, let me know the catch, n-gga

[verse 2]
d-mn, in them stores, the cripe like my best friend
i gеt married, benjamin is my best man
hit so many hoеs from the east to the west end
or whole country
at the pharm’ with a ‘script like my nose runny (d-mn)
when you down and they not, sh-t is so funny (d-mn)
pray to god every day i touch more money
i touch more bands
unc’ got mean girl— lindsay lohan
f-ck fifty twenties, n-gga, can you post ten?
every time i see him, n-gga unc’ drop more gems
i don’t want more l’s, just more m’s
told the b-tch let’s rotel more yams
i done caught so many hams, i’ll go ham
i done caught so many hams, i’ll go ham
f-ckin’ sittin’ on your ass, go get it
know some n-ggas only want the bag ’cause the hoes with it
chasin’ b-tches with no pape’, that’s an old sickness
askin’ me if down south hot like the stove isn’t
talkin’ out his neck ’til we put a hole in it
boogs called with a wave, i dove in it
[outro]
head first, n-gga, i dove in that b-tch
every time, n-gga, dog sh-t militia, 672
r.i.p. $cams, r.i.p. $cam, r.i.p. $cam, n-gga
gang sh-t, n-gga
gang, gang

- mjpaid

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