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letra de first day out (freestyle) pt. 3 - rundown spaz

[intro]
loady g
f-ck the peace, n-gga
only the e’s (yeah, yeah)
ayy, we ride when we sleep, for sure
let’s go
ain’t no more, “free spaz,” n-gga (go)
ayy (go), the real spaz, n-gga (go)
loady g
let’s go (go), let’s go (go)

[verse 1: rundown spaz]
big ass glock and it came with a switch (switch)
n-gga dissin’ on mac get left in a ditch (get left in a ditch)
7.62 that’ll go through the bricks
but, i’m bustin’ the glock when i go on a hit
i’m smokin’ on ace, gettin’ tired of this n-gga
tell his big brother, “come slide for this n-gga”
b-tch, i’m tryna sin, and this sh-t here on christian
you f-ck with the opps, you can die with them n-ggas

[verse 2: dababy ai]
i know a bad lil light skin freak wit’ some dreads
she came through and gavе me some head
stop playing likе john john
ain’t had the hoes since we used to pull up with the pegs
everybody with me we gon’ jump in the fight
used to go up the street, steal n-ggas bikes
or get on craigslist, go and take a n-ggas nikes
baby do power i turn off your lights
i come in peace but still got the heat
you touch fire get a t-shirt, throw a ball in the air
you play with me it’s goin’ down in this b-tch
take your time, do your research
yeah i’m a dog i don’t care
i’ma treat a b-tch the way she treat herself
that’s exactly how i treat her
so if she like to suck d-ck i’ma let her get down
then suck it ’till her motherf-ckin’ knees hurt
and i ain’t the type to trick
but the least i can do if she suck my d-ck is probably feed her
a couple of them kids and that kind of b-tch get straight to it
when i meet her sh-t it was what it is, let’s do it
i’m in the club with the sip
was ready to knock that lil mug off your wig
i f-ck with my fans, they put food on my table
get money and take all that love to my kids
i’m back on my bullsh-t in a righteous way
got another gold plaque, it’s a holiday
here i go creepin’ back in that door
n-gga i get in her i do em all kind of ways
don’t put me in no games, i ain’t tryna play better
beat that boy ass like my mama say open cases
i can’t even speak on em, n-ggas try you and put the police on you
walkin’ his b-tch cross the floor by the hair, should’ve put a lil leash on her
i pull up and back in that motherf-ckin’ phantom
it can’t even fit i just keep rolling
sh-t you can catch me up the street wit’ it
i just leave her my scent and she sleep wit’ it
he gon’ lend every cent to the freak b-tches
but i guess if you got it sh-t keep trickin’
i’m wit’ that
yeah, but i ain’t wit’ that

- rundown spaz

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