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letra de how da fuck - slim dunkin

[verse 1: slim dunkin]
how the f-ck you living good?
all you n-ggas looking broke
cause you drink the soda, don’t mean you pushing c0ke
get that white girl, [?]
i’m on chill, in a hundred degree weather
teach them how to stunt, turn a b-tch into a c-nt
on the run you a mut, tutchdown, you a punt
take off like a motherf-ckin rocket
b-tch, get your hands out my pocket
plug like i stuck my finger in the socket
already ready, ain’t gotta c-ck it
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that n-gga, his b-tch suckin my d-ck
i ain’t no [?], but i’m all for the beef
pull up on me, dirt gang gon creep
run up on you in your house while you sleep
how long it gon be? less than a week
tryna hit a hundred hoes in a week
still a hundred deep, [?]

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
how the f-ck i’m supposed to hide, with all these b-tches on my d-ck?
how the f-ck i’m finna die with all these n-ggas in my clique?
how the f-ck i’m supposed to ride without them 4’s on my whip?
how the f-ck i’m finna grind with all these police in my sh-t?

[verse 2: sy ari da kid]
how the f-ck i make the moves?
[?] like papa john’s
they sleeping on me, put your pajamas on
these rappers look like they balling and they boppers gone
till they pull up in the minivan like a soccer mom
how the f-ck i got a sl-t that don’t know how to f-ck?
f-ck it, how the f-ck i got the truck?
put my dollars up
ride around with a buntch of girls like a pouder puff
cuffing is a no no, like looking at your mama b-tt
i’m the man, don’t f-ck with the grub
i be off in the street, i be up in the club
suck my d-ck, in front of you p-ssys
i should retire and go to college, cause i’m done with you p-ssys

[verse 3: sy ari da kid]
i’ve got 5, 10, 15 [?]
if i see it and i want it, i’ll take that sh-t
you f-cking with a n-gga that’ll break that b-tch
mix my chips with the dip like pringles
they wanna coppy the flow like [?]
when a n-gga hear my single
put a hole in his head when the thing go
f-ck what a n-gga thought i was
bought a hundred bottles, and i’m bout my bud
hundreds in my pockets, that’s in my jeans
got a hundred b-tches on my team
[?] probably on that lean
put a n-gga kid on that bean machine
i keep it clean, when i speak this mean
i [?] when i leave the scene
[?] n-gga, you know what i mean
[?] stop a n-gga
[?] leave a n-gga silant
eat rappers like i eat a pile of beans
looking like i’m full of collard greens
[?]
[?]

- slim dunkin

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