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letra de the club - smoke dza

[verse 1: smoke dza]
i’m one styles clash away from getting wild cash
they don’t want none, nah, them n-ggas wild ass
body after body, that’s the pal stack
come to your corny events, mile pass
only the elite, n-gga, watch my feet
[?] kicked the competition, this ain’t the soccer league
these clowns turn the art to a mockery
ass kissing, nah, that’s not for me
all the sh-t [?]
so sweet [?] the club
the ringside chronicles
mr. phonom-n-l
[?] obdominal stretch
[?]
no subs, directs
all the hustlers love my flex
r.f.c., gotta plug my set
and on this [?] rap sh-t you know we do it the best
they don’t even stand a chance
it’s the champ but run the camp
everything valid, i get a stamps

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo
texas tornado with the yayo
[?] pop a shanko
and then she [?] in the kitchen
the codeine in the fego
whip the dope with the d.d.t
time to cut the coke like ddp
[?] birds
[?] in the fir
they saying west got that meat though
sh-t fire like [?] steamboat
man, i had the visions of [?]
the midnight peecoat
the lil top vlone
mr. t vs hogan
the lemon squeeze on [?]
[verse 3: conway the machine]
[?] in the lobby with caine
when after further view, you was just talking, like robby the brain
think your sh-t is sweet, only get you shot in the brain
torture rack leave your body in pain
you know what’s up, n-gga
we got the elbos frying like [?]
off the top roap, streets want me to drop gold
bar for bar, homie, everything i [?] dope
don’t call my [?] if you ain’t tryna cop coke
n-ggas wish they got the cake i see
stack the brick tall as great khali
i got the shooters out lurking with the 40
i told them to [?]
running through the cut, mask on like ray misterio
ballmain pockets full of dead green guys
selling wet, f-ck waiting ’til that whole thing dry
used to stash dope money underneath my king sized
now it’s 10 chains at wrestlemania ringside

- smoke dza

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