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letra de dashboard - munna ikee

[intro]
(pavlo, you made another one)
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, uh (uh, uh, uh)
aw, yeah, aw, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)

[chorus]
now it’s two twenty on my dashboard (on my dashboard)
might dog the trackhawk down to drive and think the jakes they got behind me, guessed they asked me for it (guessed they asked me for it)
two-tone the rollie, plain jane, know i paid cash for it (know i paid cash for it)
now all my bros ride ’round with switches, make sh-t fast-forward (grrt, grrt)
it’s just me, gnuk, and buck (grrt), trx the truck (uh, uh)
two 10 milli’ twins, we tryna send a n-gga up (uh, uh)
god, forgive me for my sins ’cause i know i been f-ckin’ up (uh, uh)
god, protect all of my friends, sincе we lost cap, this sh-t been rough
you know a hundred thou’ ain’t sh-t, b-tch, i could break down all hundrеds (break down all hundreds)
i might walk him down in rick’s, well, he got hit with all b-tton (well, he got hit with all b-tton)
in these streets, go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat), if he dead, can’t get him back (can’t get him back)
know an opp that made a statement, i thought you was spinnin’ back

[verse]
you showed your hand, gave you my last, now you can’t even call me (yeah)
no time for hoes, i’m in that bag, i be guess the top be lonely
i’m in the back of the black, two straps, one mask, i’m tryna go stretch your homie (grrt)
we put sh-t up and scratch off fast, you know my takers hungry, know he remember that (grrt, grrt)
n-gga can’t name one time came through send shots, takin’ him, ain’t send him back (nah, for real)
300s, us all-black, bronem in a ‘lac and we all got different straps (nah, for real)
don’t know if she really with me, that lil’ b-tch too internet (nah, for real)
devil in the way, he on my back just like a silhouette
ah, ah (they be tellin’ them lies), ah, ah (they just want my demise)
life ain’t gettin’ no longer, tell ’em free all the guys (free all the guys)
forever ridin’ with my n-ggas, we still post on the 5 (we still post on the 5)
you know a hundred thou’ ain’t sh-t, b-tch, i could break down all hundreds (nah, for real)
i might walk him down in rick’s, well, he got hit with all b-tton (nah, for real)
in these streets, go tit-for-tat (tat), if he dead, can’t get ’em back
know a opp that made a statement, i thought you was spinnin’ back
[chorus]
now it’s two twenty on my dashboard (on my dashboard)
might dog the trackhawk down to drive and think the jakes they got behind me, guessed they asked me for it (guessed they asked me for it)
two-tone the rollie, plain jane, know i paid cash for it (know i paid cash for it)
now all my bros ride ’round with switches, make sh-t fast-forward (uh)
it’s just me, gnuk, and buck (uh), trx the truck (uh, uh)
two 10 milli’ twins, we tryna send a n-gga up (uh, uh)
god, forgive me for my sins ’cause i know i been f-ckin’ up (uh, uh)
god, protect all of my friends, since we lost cap, this sh-t been rough (uh)
you know a hundred thou’ ain’t sh-t, b-tch, i could break down all hundreds (uh)
i might walk him down in rick’s, well, he got hit with all b-tton (grrt, grrt)
in these streets, go tit-for-tat (grrt, grrt), if he dead, can’t get him back
know an opp that made a statement, i thought you was spinnin’ back (spinnin’ back)

[outro]
ah, ah, they be tellin’ them lies, ah, ah, they just want my demise
life ain’t gettin’ no longer, tell ’em free all the guys
forever ridin’ with my n-ggas, we still post on the 5 (yeah, yeah)

- munna ikee

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