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letra de gotta have da! - ramma (lab tv)

[intro]

(sing it b-tch!)

these are just a few of them things that i, ay
i’ve gotta have dah
s-line audi g, my mother to be proud of me
my real friends surrounding me

these are just a few of them things that i
i’ve gotta have dah
money in my pocket, money in my wallet, i’m all about my profit

these are just a few of them things that i
i’ve gotta have dah
12-plate beamer, f-ck waiting for the bus lad, cry me arriva (hah)

these are just a few of them things that i

[hook]

but if there’s something i want
no need for me to stunt
my skunk’s got me high enough to make you feel drunk
oh yeah, i’ve gotta have dah
ain’t no joke, i’ve gotta have dah
and if there’s somethin i need, no need for me to plead
my weed’s got you high enough to make your eyes bleed
oh yeah, i’ve gotta have dah
ain’t no joke, i’ve gotta have dah

[verse 1]

i’ve gotta have dah
cash stack
joint made feet up, and relax back
alizé, gold passion, better pass dah
we got the blade in the manbag or the backpack
you think it’s all petty beef till your bag’s packed
we ride out till he’s done, or this lad’s stabbed
you said i was no one, now you thinkin “this lad’s mad”
you get terrored, so don’t try and act bad
we’ll have your mother tied up in a black bag
i’ll have your dad stabbed up kid for two bids
f-ckin snitch you better tighten those loose lips

[hook]

[verse 2]

i’ve gotta have dah
house on the hills
talk about dough you can’t even pay your bills
not mentionin no tools but you better know the drill
people k!lled, people hate the gun that k!lls
nah, it ain’t the gun that k!lls you
goose by the bottle, we don’t care if we spill sh-t
charlie wipes it up with f-ckin scores when he spills it
“i ain’t even know it”, that’s a track, you know we k!lled it
ay, said that’s a track, you know we k!lled it
said that’s a track, you know we k!lled it, ay

these are just a few of them things that i
i’ve gotta have dah
blacked out rangey
come a long way from havin holes in my trainees
asking for an extra day, f-ck you, pay me
i ain’t lazy i’m just crazy and my head’s gone
and i ain’t blazin no haze until the ched’s gone
and i ain’t buyin no flake until i test one
too many kids talk about johns i’ve got the best one, ay

[hook x2]

[verse 3]

who shot ya? trying to get swerved until we stopped ya
tried to get brave and got sent to the doctor
hard nights grafting 9 to 5
i need an oz of ched just to keep my high alive
if there’s 5 in the ting lad i’m firing 5, yer on it?
i ain’t dre but i’m blazin the chronic
plod are chasin but i’m quicker than sonic
oh and dove to the team kid you’re meeting the bonnet, ye wah?
i’ve been stabbed but i’ve never been shot
muzzleflash lad we’ll take it the top
and if you try and diss the family then we’re letting it pop
and we won’t stop squeezin till the firin stops, haa!
we be lettin it blast, like a mousetrap the way we be murderin rats
and if the 5-0 are chasin then we’re hitting the backs
we be back to the booth and we be making the tracks, sh-t…

- ramma lab tv

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