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letra de dope dealer - sha hef

[hook]
you a broke n-gga, i’m a dope n-gga
you a broke n-gga, i’m a c0ke dealer
you a broke n-gga, i’m a dope dealer
you a broke n-gga, you got no figures
you a broke n-gga, i’m a dope n-gga
you a broke n-gga, i’m a c0ke dealer
you a broke n-gga, i’m a dope dealer
you a broke n-gga, you got no figures

[verse 1]
the sun rise where the sun set
i chase the money while a son rest
otm, we the gun set
delinquent payments leave your son wet
leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the brick man
aka bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
hustle, i am the boss but i started off as a hitman
flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
get back when i cl1ck-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
left his head where his d-cks at, handgrenade where his b-tch at
put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
they say i’m vile, f-ck it i take it
stack money long as the nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
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all in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
part of my stature, i treat your jaw like the law and it’s gettin’ fractured
cop it then whip it after
this sh-t i’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
even when i’m throwed it ain’t a throne i couldn’t capture

[verse 2]
before i was a standout n-ggas knew i was standup
heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
jack boys came, you turned p-ssy then gave them grams up
police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
you ain’t my kin, i ate your b-tch and chased it with a shot of gin
she told you she got the gin
i know that i’m pr-ne to sin, i know that i’m pr-ne to win
i know that i’m pr-ne to pull up and serve a n-gga and spin
the weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
i’m unlucky, i triple crossed you, can’t trust me
my [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
i owe papi my work fire, i lean busty
any season keep the snow like i’m jack frost
five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
told the plug double the order and got the pack off
i’m a real trapper you n-ggas just some pedestrians
polo all over my body like an equestrian
shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like i’m jetskiing
slide up in that p-ssy then skate off i call it gretzkyin’

- sha hef

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