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letra de dead line - rocky badd

[intro]
-grrrah-
yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah

[chorus]
look
they got a case, i’m a big dog
know it’s war when i’m p-ssed off
when it’s on, get a b-tch off
not coke sh-t, get em’ kicked off
lights out when it’s dead time
do time, better (?) mine
lay ’em down like it’s bedtime
free my n-ggas doin’ fed time

[verse 1]
they freed chris, now my n-gga next
i’on want nothing but a bigger cheque
it’s a lotta pressure on a n-gga neck
name hold weight with a bigger step
got b-tches stuck and some n-gga’s hidin’
cap b-tches ain’t never slidin’
they ain’t know sh-t, just d-ck ridin’
when the time right, bet the b-tch dyin’
they’on want smoke
can’t trip on my b-tches, that’s hatin’
i be on “go” i ain’t with all the waitin’
them days i was broke, now that sh-t motivation, been overly patient
they’on want smoke
you can get dropped for the sh-t that you sayin’
ain’t touchin’ my p-ssy, ain’t with all the playin’
i seen it firsthand now i know how they layin’
if you ever touched me ‘n you ain’t dead, then b-tch you lucky
just know sh-t gon’ get ugly, how i move, your n-gga love me
ain’t with the buddy-buddy, been (?) sh-t before the huggies
don’t like me, b-tch don’t trust me
give no f-cks, my shoes been muddy
[verse 2]
b-tches tough when they with they friends
when they by theyself, wanna take a picture
ain’t a bag til i put ’em in ’em, don’t give a f-ck if them hoes sisters (baow baow)
put that sh-t on my lil’ sister, pull up where they posted at
got the 9 like i’m (?), b-tches know i do the most with that
i ain’t sweatin’ no rap b-tch, ain’t impressed by no rap n-gga
i ain’t mackin’ no rap b-tch, and it’s interest on these rap n-gga’s
pretty b-tch but i’m thuggin’, can’t walk a mile in my shoes
b-tches scared it’s the worst for ’em, might take ’em out with these tools (and i will)
got my name painted on my shoes, put rocky badd on a hoe face
do the sh-t that i wanna do, if she want smoke, get a b-tch laced
n-gga’s do what i tell ’em to, ain’t gotta f-ck for his whole face
grindin’ hard like my rent due, she got a pretty face but the b-tch stank
i used to hide n-gga’s choppas
i be with shoota’s and rastas
n-gga’s get dropped from my roster
king crab leg with the lobster
hot sauce with a spoon of b-tter, still in the hood eatin’ ramen noodles
throw a b-tch, put that on my mother, if you tryna eat get your ass noodled
all my n-gga’s rollin’, or they supply the rollers
b-tches think they lit? f-ck around and blow her
then act like i’on know her
think sh-t sweet, then watch, i’ll show her
b-tch can’t say i owe her
play no roles i’m quick to hoe her
[chorus]
they got a case, i’m a big dog
know it’s war when i’m p-ssed off
when it’s on, get a b-tch off
not cold sh-t, get em’ k!lled off
lights out when it’s dead time
do time, better (?) mine
lay ’em down like it’s bedtime (baow, baow baow baow)
free my n-ggas doin’ fed time, b-tch

[outro]
-grrrah-
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

- rocky badd

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