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letra de 01 young ma diss (death walk) - poon diville

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[intro]
poon diville, ugh!
dead meat (dead meat)

[verse]
i’ma step up to this b-tch like a straight up g
you could steal all you want, but you could never be me
time to get this sh-t poppin’, i ain’t never been a joke
p-ssy hoe young m.a got me twisted like a rope
time to put young m.a rap career up in the yolk
f-ck wrong with young m.a? ’bout to get herself smoked
i’m the wrong one to take from, wrong one to f-ck with
steal from me again, light that -ss up like a pumpkin
you fool as f-ck, all you rap about is fake d-cks
come to my city i’m shootin’ at you like i’m takin’ pics
chopper turn young into a patty on some jamaican sh-t
turn young m.a career into a bacon bit
you ain’t a gangsta b-tch, you be on that fakin’ sh-t
this sh-t real, you could get your whole facial split
you ain’t got the juice, you ain’t got the hot sauce
stealing my lines that’ll get you knocked off
i work hard b-tch, i really work hard b-tch
when you buying chains, i’m flippin’ burgers living heartless
p-ssy hoe, i ain’t got nothin’ to lose
grindin’ to get past you, i still got somethin’ to prove
in these streets i’ma prove you just a one hit fool
what its called? (ooouuu)
well f-ck that, its all eyez on poon
i’ma show you how to do this son
if it’s war then i already won
i’m the type to turn a g to a nun
i take this rap sh-t serious, i don’t do it for fun
you be talkin’ all that bhilly sh-t
well i really hope you bangin’
run up on me, i’ll have your face rearrangin’ (ugh!)
i’m from miami, we let h-lla sh-lls bust
light your whole team up, like a [?] truck
and your new flow is straight trash, new song is straight -ss
whole career burnt out like some brake pads
i’m not the one that you want it with
give a f-ck who you go and get
i’m releasing all loaded clips
you can end up with broken hips
flow dumb, you can call it r-t-rded
got these rappers astonished, sellin’ dope like a pharm’st
from dade county, a place you gotta stay cautious
like a graveyard, how i put rappers in coffins
i stay ready like the blade on a machete
keep three 9’s with me, call ’em ed, edd and eddy
i’m so incredible, ready to bust a head or two
all that tough talk will get you stained like vegetables
i stay high, like a doctor i’m on that medical
mackin’ with my b-tch in my boxers, eaten up edibles
prolly f-ckin’ around with my chopper ready to bless a few
feel you actin’ skeptical, i’ma hit up your skeletal
my flow cold, it’s too strong for theraflu
i could hang with m.a like some t-st-cl-s
i ain’t worry ’cause i know she be hatin’
380 go to ringing like a notification
got my eye on the prize like i’m bowling with patience
you got your eye on bullsh-t like you holding a -n-s
it’s p to the double, young m.a in trouble
i body bag instrumentals, eaten these rappers like ruffles
all that copying you doing, that casket gon’ be your muzzle
haters tryna figure me out like i’m some type of puzzle
i keep shooters with lugers, milli long as a ruler
leave bullets in your medulla, i’m cold as ice in the cooler
i do not need a tutor, f-ck you and f-ck your rumors
i be smelling somethin’ fishy them semi’s [?]
[?] i draw quick and hit
get torn quick with sticks
i’m a different type of breed, i’m amazing b-tch
my flow hot, i’m always on some cajun sh-t

[outro]
respect my mind, b-tch
lnr ent, f-ck young m.a

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