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letra de heat check - risktaker d-boy

[verse 1: risktaker d-boy]
how many feends i gotta overdose to run the city?
heat check, i don’t think too many n-ggas f-cking with me
paranoid, riding round with nina, i don’t got a licance
bust your ass in broad day, you try some sh-t in private
keep it on me, i don’t need no friends, ain’t no leaning on me
this b-tch’ll chop you down, in other words, a cleaver on me
mama said she scared for my life, she think the reper on me
i wasn’t ever gon be sh-t, that’s what my teacher told me

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just took a bubble bath with the ice on
i don’t trust your ass, b-tch, you f-cking with the lights on
big ten milli on my hip, i wanna fight though
six ounces in the cream soda, i want a sprite though
you can’t get no money sitting at home, you gotta take a trip
d-boy told me, if you want a rollie, n-gga, take a risk
remember when i stayed on [?] i was taking sh-t
tables turned, now i’m somewhere outta town making cheese
[verse 3: rmc mike]
excusing everything but the beef, i want all smoke
whip the ten out at macdonalds, to buy a large coke
gargle b-lls while she suck the d-ck, she got a large throat
[?] gave me a package [?] like a bar of soap
if them b-tches get behind me, then i’m on the run
p-ssy weak as h-ll, but in her mouth, she got a golden tongue
met a b-tch, and f-cked the same day, that’s a hole in one
[?] stock on my ak to control my gun

[verse 4: risktaker d-boy]
f-ck rap, [?] see me down at rolling loud
cause they know i see an opp, then i might [?] the crowd
and everytime i see my fans, they wanna stare me down
the b-tches that i used to f-ck, they don’t compare to now
[?] bussin in these b-tches while they [?]
turn around and say they pregnant hoes, that’s not my baby
[?] collecting all the [?] from the opperation
tired of sh-tting on these n-ggas, like i’m constapated

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
let my anger take over my brain, and almost shot a baby
double g’s on, f-cking [?] i’m not [?]
i feel like a feend, [?] been taking [?] lately
f-ck the b-tch safety, i’m tryna make sure the condem made it
[?] let them go for eighty
[?] white man just called with some o.c. eighty
whoever knew in my future i’d be going codeine crazy?
i could buy a skat pack ight now, [?] my dope feend’s baby
[verse 6: rmc mike]
grab a twenty ounce and drop a situation in it
pop a perc and f-ck [?] ain’t no wait a minute
let my [?] out the crib, imma baby k a n-gga
ain’t no yes men over here, baby, i’m a maybe n-gga
i’ll still shoot your car, even if the baby in it
[?] do a lot of features, cause they pay me different
rob you, then rob myself, i’m a shady n-gga
the drum only hold seventy five, i’ll stuff eighty in it

- risktaker d boy

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