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letra de dhl - molly santana

[intro]
yeah, let’s go (yeah)
come on (yeah)

[verse]
you know they workin’ with molly
i get them racks in and [?]
packs in, [?]
i know why you do the most
you only win when you do the most
can’t settle ’round like these lame men
he just gotta’ [?], talk ’bout the gun
these b-tches so broke, can’t even buy themselves gum (that’s sad)
i’ve been countin’ up, i need a new thumb
got a bad b-tch, say she got a [?]
[?], you’re my son and [?]
pray to the sky, every sunday sun
[?] the lord, that i’m one of one
try to copy, but i be catchin’ on
[?], like a f-cking [?]
that’s what they is, dummy
i am where i’m supposed to be
i get it bigger than locally
can’t just settle ’round just smoking weed
yeah n-gga, like totally
my stats goin’ up globally
i’m rocking rick, yeah, totally
yeah, but not now, no
these n-ggas can’t understand
how i count, all these bands
i’m heatin’ up, gettin’ fans
my taste exquisite, never bland
and i keep working, like i’m a [?] (yeah)
and if you see her with me, just know she [?]
yeah, like, that’s my [?]
and your b-tch so annoying, she a walkin’ cramp (shut the f-ck up)
she a walkin’ [?]
say she want some molly, yeah, i’m [?]
and these b-tches [?]
like d-mn, these b-tches so burned out
if we catch yall talkin’, yall get blammed
that sh-t [?] like some [?]
talkin’ down, he a dead man
yall full of them dead men
his pockets empty, oh d-mn, d-mn
can’t even pay your own rent
when his momma, [?], he frantic (huh)
d-mn, son
you ain’t on the type of sh-t i’ve been on
[outro]
been on
go get some
n-gga, go get some

- molly santana

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