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letra de gold daytons (raider klan diss) - phenom

[intro]
-laugh-
so yall n-ggas thought i wasn’t gonna respond to yall weak -ss diss? man, f-ck you yung samantha, lil b-tch -ss n-gga
f-ck sp-ce-ghost-purp, f-ck raider clan..all y’all n-ggas some b-tches

[verse 1]
i think you n-ggas forgot just who the f-ck i was
let me remind you within these bars what the f-ck is up
its mr. knuckle up, knocking n-ggas out, no sucker punch
laying hands quick like a preacher, sh-t is nothing bruh
coming up rough, gang banging, and drug slanging
run up on n-ggas turn em to b-tches, when the gun aiming
fake thugs claiming they real till we expose em
then we suit & tie n-ggas for a casket, now close it
the -cards- wasn’t -dealt- in ya favor so know this
you act -bad, hands- or the -poker-, n-gga you -folding-
i go in like a kid when the street lights on
my team savage f-ck wit us! we like war
middle finger to raider klan, i’m disrespectful, so f-ck em
sending shots, size of goose eggs n-gga you can’t duck em
purp and simmantha, f-cking f-ggots, all they do is d-ck suck and
and for they dough/doe, i’m hunting like deer season, when i buck it

[hook]
imma make sure…
all my real n-ggas feel this
hoods round the world gone ride when hear this
east coast, west coast, up north, southside
see a b-tch n-gga in ya city, look em in the eye
tell them n-ggas do something, (raider klan) do something
rep ya f-cking city, throw ya sets up
tell them n-ggas do something (yung simmie) do something (yeen ain’t bout it)
real n-ggas getting popping never let up
(do something)

[verse 2]
east coast n-gga on a west coast beat now
like y’all doing pedicures ima show you defeat/da feet now
normally you never see me spitting no thug sh-t
but the streets wanted something for gs i said f-ck it
team putting vine in a trash bin, we dump clips
and like mr hanky doing sprints, boy we run sh-t
m-ssacre orgies, k!lling everyone you coming/c-mmin wit
purp f-cking simmie -ss the only time they busting sh-t
bunch a b-tch n-ggas turn p-ssy when they called out
this ain’t a game, ya world is ending, ready for the fall out?
i see what you broads bout, talking sh-t and sneak dissing
simmie tryna throw bars with me? ha he tripping
if i catch you in the street, see you and ya team slipping
i’m miami in the clutch, barely see my heat missing
think i’m not about that life, cuz it’s not in my songs
till you test me, and realize that you’ve gotten it wrong…

- phenom

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