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letra de sam dekker - rtb capo

sam dekker lyrics
[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: rtb mb]
talk crazy, get to droppin’ sh-lls like the gas station
like it’s first day of school, we out here bag chasin’
if we see the feds, f-ck around and get to drag racin’
drumline, walkin’ with a drum, that’s my mag replacement

[verse 2: rtb capo]
like the last day of school, n-gga, this my graduation
get prescribed by the doctor, n-gga, i am not a patient
them is not my opps, man, them n-ggas hatin’
spent twenty on the rollie, n-gga, no fakin’

[verse 3: rtb mb]
no fakin’, you gotta bust the strap if you up it
you listen to your mans, he broke, n-gga, you a puppet
f-ck a b-tch and leave her torn like letoya luckett
and i ain’t miss up on that road, n-gga, i’m a buckеt

[verse 4: rtb capo]
yeah, alright
feel like chris rock, i’m actin’ funny to my b-tches
throw somе diamonds in the bezel of the rollie, now it’s glistenin’
i only spent five hundred on that b-tch, that ain’t trickin’
i’ll pay the whole tab to cut the line, what’s the ticket?
rtb
[verse 5: rtb mb]
yeah, bustin’ juggs up out the cricket, what’s the ticket?
she let me f-ck, she sucked and i ain’t even l!ck it
yeah, push a n-gga fro back, i’m ’bout to pick it
rtb, we takin’ over sh-t, this just a snippet

[verse 6: rtb capo]
got some head in the whip, the scat’ buzzin’ got me out my mind
been in cali for two months in the hills, i done lost the time
i ain’t never been a ho, n-gga, i’ma stay outside
could make thirty in a week, n-gga, i am not gon’ lie

[verse 7: rtb mb]
can’t be f-ckin’ with the opps, i would’ve lost my pride
turned a honda to a lam’, n-gga, pimp my ride
me and capo surrounded by the hoes, n-gga, this my guy
say i got my chain sn-tched, n-gga, p’s gon’ fly

[verse 8: rtb capo]
got two hoes in the crib, i don’t got no wife
your b-tch tried to talk to me, she said she like my watch
roof open in the cully, n-gga, it ain’t got no top
stabbin’ in the yams in the lam’, i told ’em catch up

[verse 9: rtb mb]
we off that opp pack, we catch an opp, hit him from the neck up
chopper spittin’, he get to dancin’, n-gga, this ain’t step up
when i was young, b-tches didn’t want me, i told ’em i was next up
bro done put the switch up on his glock, go pick your chest up
[verse 10: rtb capo]
how the f-ck these n-ggas rappin’ for five years, sayin’ they next up?
my n-gga neck could whip out fifty thousand, put that check up
dro just hit the same store again, they can’t check him
my white boy got a jumper, n-gga, sam dekker

[outro: rtb capo]
yeah, n-gga, rtb

- rtb capo

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