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letra de drive by - potter payper & slim

[verse 1 – potter payper]
i still drive past where i used to shot my fiends
where i made my first rack, where i lost my teens
where i decamped with it, where i lost machines
give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean
before the 48 laws i used to rob for greene
i need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
i need a hundred more mill for me plus the g’s
i need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat
all this snow you would’ve thought i was from costa rica
i can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
my white tings nice, but my brownings nicеr
i told her drop two bricks off at the nisa
that’s thirty six twice, thеse phones are on 36/5
all my soldiers know that early shift grind
i told her put this in your pum
she must’ve thought i got a dirty sick mind
’cause i ain’t tryna see induction for the 36th time

[chorus – slim & potter payper]
i still drive past the yard where i lock machines
still drive past the block and see lots of fiends

i still drive past where i used to shot my fiends
where i made my first rack where i lost my teens
i still drive past the yard where i lock machines
still drive past the block and see lots of fiends

i still drive past where i used to shot my fiends
where the p-ssio feds tried stop my dreams

[verse 2 – slim]
i still drive past the yard where i lock machines
you’d say the block’s hot, and i’d probably agree
my next door neighbour used to lock my keys
i was in and out bait but that was common to me
i never had a grand when i was shottin’ at steve’s
spun me on the a3, i had to lodge my weed
when they kicked my mum’s door, i had to flush the grease
i still landed on the wing, eating custard creams
this ain’t a sob story, i was watching my pennies
i had bricks in the blender, gettin’ boshed at debbie’s
i just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
he was laying down leakin’, like he p-ssed his bedding
i was minding my business, cooking a pack
i ain’t tryna sound hot, but i’m lookin’ for straps
i got lost outta town, i started lookin’ for cats
i told myself that i wouldn’t be back

[chorus – slim & potter payper]
i still drive past the yard where i lock machines
still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
i still drive past where i used to shot my fiends
where i made my first rack where i lost my teens

i still drive past the yard where i lock machines
still drive past the block and see lots of fiends

i still drive past where i used to shot my fiends
where the p-ssio feds tried stop my dreams

- potter payper slim

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