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letra de bad dope - rast rfc

[chorus: rast rfc]
we break night til the morning
’cause that’s when the dope comes out
we hustle til the evening
you know i got my gun, gun
ay-ay ay-ay ay

[verse 1: rast rfc]
boom bap bap
two columbians dead
tryna jet me for some coke
two shots pon’ your head
red wallies or corolli
d-mn black ducati
doin’ buck down bogota thru the back alleys
i got dreams
prob’ly ’cause my father was a fiend (fiend)
vietnam war dope in his blood stream (stream)
kingpin visions of a castle with my queen
and a butler with a f-ckin’ limousine
i mean
i’m’a make it rich (rich)
we gon’ be good (good)
steal a couple bricks (bricks)
sell ‘еm in my hood (hood)
move to los angeles, hook up with sugе
and bring death row back
yo suge, what’s good?
bounce thru l.a. (l.a.)
blowin’ red chevy (chevy)
ak-47 what the h-ll they gon’ tell me (tell me)
peace to all my eses, ms-13
but i was bangin’ in new york
when i was 13
i rep that r (r), the f (f), c (c)
my k!llers, scars from chest to my face
the realest
in the 90s, n-ggas couldn’t walk through the village wearin’ polo
without getting stomped by my n-ggas
[chorus: rast rfc]
we break night til the morning
’cause that’s when the dope comes out
we hustle every evening
you know i got my gun, gun
ay-ay ay-ay ay

[verse 2: rast rfc]
dreams of bustin’ down a whole d-mn brick (brick)
tailor made versace and some alligator kicks (kicks)
12 gauge shotty and a broken up whip
tryna find me a motherf-ckin’ vic, sh-t
life’s hard, y’all don’t want no trouble with the guard
my n-ggas carry mac-11s like it was a job
f-ck with me, and i’ll send you to the lord
having your mom saying: “d-mn, he was such a good boy”
give me that chanel (chanel), give me all the gucci (gucci)
give me all the kanye wests and louis (louis)
give me your respect, if not i take it
i was robbin’ drug dealers, they like:
“chill n-gga, take it”
this the truth, n-gga
i don’t lie on my rhymes
i might slightly exaggerate about the luxury side
but on the real? n-gga, i’s a straight f-cking criminal
from spofford, to rikers island taking n-ggas cereal
lyrically a miracle, this is a gift from the hip hop gods
let’s go down the list
whether biggie, jay-z, nas, whatever
i am 10 times better, i will bet my beretta
anybody got a problem with the sh-t that i say?
come see me face to face, man, don’t pull a ray j
’cause i got a ak, and some n-ggas that’ll die for me
more comfortable in jail than i am in society
i’m institutionalized, just tryna acclimate
to this modern day world, tryna find my place
i’m the great, i’m the great, i’m the great
[chorus: rast rfc]
we break night til the morning
’cause that’s when the dope comes out
we hustle til the evening
you know i got my gun, gun
ay-ay ay-ay ay

bad dope

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