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letra de dlow shuffle - ​rondoe_.4k

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[intro]
boom, boom, boom
uh, uh, uh
n-gga, we smackin’ sh-t, n-gga
boom-boom, boop, boop, boop

[chorus]
uh, bop to the left, bop the right
i’m f-ckin’ with y’all, this a all night flight
sh-t go down, i’m doin’ my bike
she f-ckin’ with me, i’m nice on the mic
smokin’ his mans, he all in this kite
i’m lockin’ it in, we bendin’ the night
double on wock’, this really my life
bro drivin’ that sh-t, leave a n-gga on ice
but forwards, that’s how [?] with pipes
two kg, know i’m tryna get right
you see me with bro, you know that he tight
we drivin’ that sh-t, all you see is the light
he got hit with that p, now we tell him goodnight
go ’round the south, tryna see what’s the hype
she eatin’ up d-ck, she really my type
do my dance in the club, i’ma lock for the fight
felt like bron when i’m duckin’ on mike
told bro, “make a left”, but he makin’ a right
we turnin’ around, enlarge the light
i thug on this dog, i’m a creep in the night
[verse]
can’t f-ck with that b-tch, i heard that she bite
ain’t hide me a car, so i been on the bike
ain’t lovin’ that b-tch, just took off a strike
they come ’round the hood, man, you know it get spiked
[?] sh-t, bro caught him a mic
[?], this sh-t really [?]
asked bro, “where the gun”, he pulled out a knife
you think i’ma fight, you gon’ fight for your life
bop to the left, bop the right
drop sh-t on the opps, then we get outta side
made us a left, made us a right
go down the street, put sh-t on this dyk-
i was f-ckin’ with [?], bro told me, “get right”
rappin’ this sh-t? no, this really my life
ain’t [?], he remember that night
i was bangin’ that p, i was hittin’ it right

[chorus]
bop to the left, bop the right
i’m f-ckin’ with y’all, this a all night flight
sh-t go down, i’m doin’ my bike
she f-ckin’ with me, i’m nice on the mic
smokin’ his mans, he all in this kite
i’m lockin’ it in, we bendin’ the night
double on wock’, this really my life
bro drivin’ that sh-t, leave a n-gga on ice
but forwards, that’s how [?] with pipes
two kg, know i’m tryna get right
you see me with bro, you know that he tight
we drivin’ that sh-t, all you see is the light
he got hit with that p, now we tell him goodnight
go ’round the south, tryna see what’s the hype
she eatin’ up d-ck, she really my type
do my dance in the club, i’ma lock for the fight
felt like bron when i’m duckin’ on mike
told bro, “make a left”, but he makin’ a right
we turnin’ around, enlarge the light
i thug on this dog, i’m a creep in the night

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