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letra de don flow - nebulh

[intro]
squad
uh, uh
jah knows how high i am right now bro but we still gon’ make this sh-t work though
2023 how you f-ckin’ coming bro

[chorus]
b-tch i’m on don timing
i ain’t hitting up sh-t if it ain’t ‘bout bread
they like ‘n’ you got the dro?
boy i ain’t poppin’ up to sh-t if i ain’t got meds
jump in yo b-tch, water out the bed
your little hoe get sl-t out for the bag
f-ckin’ that b-tch once then i fled
because i ain’t got time to waste upon a rag
[verse]
physically my racks is f-ckin’ ahead
inhaling green, only seeing red
03’ the mob, members on dispread
i got yo b-tch toes curling, fiddlehead
i just walked in up in this b-tch in armani from head to toe
stacking presidents my racks ‘on biden’ these ain’t average joes
since brodi touchеd a pack, n-ggas turned to something
jump in this game, n-ggas turn to nothing
bеst loosen the aim, n-gga how you coming?
walkin’ down with some n-ggas throwing 6’s, but best believe the glock come with the 100
n-ggas be plotting, n-ggas be debunking
that’s why that i stay out the reach of the public
that’s why that i stay up out the reach of masses
dawg should have checked the pack before he smoked it, that k-rolled joint f-ckin’ up his plasma
b-tch how you thinking you touching up my heart and my doctor ain’t never seen my vena cava
trill as f-ck, n-gga from the 2, i got them n-ggas tied in deep in the ville straight to gaza
these n-ggas don’t even know me
these n-ggas don’t even know me
these n-ggas don’t even know me
these n-ggas don’t even know me
if blu bring a pack, know that sh-t is og
i’m runnin’ sh-t up by my lonely
these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with 03
swear to jah that these n-ggas can’t hold me
swear to jah that them n-ggas gon’ need an entire fleet
facing big woods up in meadow street
from the east and it’s known, why you eyeing me?
ain’t a n-gga alive gon’ retire me
dawg in his mental thinking ‘bout a felony
chill that, told my dawg “n-gga let him be”
money scr-pped off the dirt like a f-ckin’ cleat
only god can hold me up and judge me
[chorus]
b-tch i’m on don timing
i ain’t hitting up sh-t if it ain’t ‘bout bread
they like ‘n’ you got the dro?
boy i ain’t poppin’ up to sh-t if i ain’t got meds
jump in yo b-tch, water out the bed
your little hoe get sl-t out for the bag
f-ckin’ that b-tch once then i fled
because i ain’t got time to waste upon a rag

[outro]
yeah dawg you done know how the f-ckin’ war set on dis’ one bro
you know how it go
03′ way, nebulh way
2023 how we f-ckin’ coming

- nebulh

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