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letra de double d's (original version) - stunna 4 vegas

[intro]
ooh, ratchet sound like this one
(ayy, i got 20 on my beat)
it’s 4x, b-tch
cluckin’ it
f-f-f-f-ck a n-gga (billion dollar baby business sh-t)
free glow (i got 20 on my beat)

[chorus]
uh, my chopper hold double d’s
this stick my b-tch, she stuck with me
these lil’ rap n-ggas look up to me
came from trapping, now we in the club popping bubbly
feds on my d-ck, why they wanna f-ck with me?
’cause i’m crack straight out the pot and i’m bubbling
we ain’t finna lay up, ho, you sucking me
uh, i’m coming with rastas, they come for you

[verse 1]
the glock hold a thirty piece
we spank him and put him in surgery (come here)
watch your b-tch, she keep tryna flirt with me (thot thot)
i had that ho eating d-ck with courtesy, uh (ooh)
we pop up quick like emergency
i’m online with them rods, so they keep on searching me (huh?)
i don’t trip, more sticks, i’m purchasing (no cap)
a n-gga play with this sh-t, and it’s a murder scene (come here)
my name ring bells, tambourine (yeah)
drop an opp and then go have a jamboree (f-ck)
my block jump, trampoline
f-cking that ho from the back, i ain’t pampering (uh-uh)
no nat, big dawg, i’m slamming her (yeah)
i been that n-gga before i dropped “animal” (yeah)
i got your mama, grandma, and daddy
tryna pop a perc to give ’em more stamina (hah)

[verse 2]
my draco ride shotgun
i pop my sh-t ’cause i’ma pop some’
i’m waiting on you street punks to try some’
i’ma flatline a n-gga then wait ’til the cops come
that lil’ n-gga know he the sh-t, i’m my mom’s son
a father, i never had or got one (nope)
make a ho give me face, tell me i’m awesome (gang)
n-gga get crucified if he cross me
yeah, i got them blues, slauson (blues)
me and crew on runtz riding down slauson, uh (skrrt)
i’m going big, poppa
i get what i want, i don’t care what it’s costing me, uh, uh (cash)
i’m in north lake with them racks on me (racks)
three deep with straps on us (gang)
smell like the trap but no pack on us
wrong move, draw down, get stanked if he act funny (come here)

[outro]
uh, the chopper hold double d’s
the stick my b-tch, she stuck with me
these n-ggas my jits, they look up to me
these lil’ n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
overlapped ’em, they tryna catch up to me
want me to sign ’em, these n-ggas wan’ run with me
ain’t gotta slang it, but i keep a gun with me
say one word and glock up for me
4x, huh, no, i ain’t signed
yeah, we still slide
wherever you reside
and we still ridin’ with iron, b-tch
ain’t no nine to five
i’m rich as f-ck and i ain’t never had a job
i just wish we was doing this sh-t back in the days when we had to rob
hah, 4x

- stunna 4 vegas

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