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letra de bacc 2 tha basics - taleban dooda & rees money

[intro: rees money]
(this sound like some rockstar sh-t)
back to the basics, my n-gga, might hit me a l!ck
back to the basics, my n-gga, might hit me a l!ck (ayy, jay, where the beat at?)

[chorus: rees money]
ayy, back to the basics, my n-gga, might hit me a l!ck, ayy
keep talkin’ out your mouth, might get hit in your sh-t
i just be keepin’ it real, talkin’ like f-ck how you feel, n-gga get popped like a pill
i did this sh-t with no deal, now i’m on top like a hill
i swear i’ma make me a way, i cannot post up and play, i just been thinkin’ ’bout wraiths
grams over scams, but i gotta get it both ways, no, i can’t do minimum wage
i hopped in the booth, spit like i’m missin’ a tooth, rees money and dooda the truth, ayy
my girl say i’m stuck in my ways, but i can’t be savin’ the day, hey

[verse 1: rees money]
free my n-ggas that’s locked in the cage, i swear that they locked in the cage, ayy
i get me a deal, then it’s over, i just might cop me a rover
you play and get popped like a soda, you play and get popped like a soda
i gotta get it, i gotta run up them digits, back to the sh-t like a menace
he want some smoke, tell him come on and come get it, we can rock out with these glizzys
i’m in the trenches, i sip the ‘yac in the trenches, i’m thinkin’ it’s bad on my kidneys
this sh-t off the dome, i tell the b-tch callin’ my phone, this b-tch won’t leave me alone
but f-ck it, i like it, we can just do it like nike, you and your friends be dykin’
and i got invited, but i gotta go catch a play, and this sh-t right ’round the way
so i cannot stay, f-ck you and have a nice day, get the f-ck outta my face
he actin’ tough, we see him, we pullin’ his card, why you was actin’ so hard?
glock with a beam, or we can use ars, you don’t really wanna go to war, yeah

[verse 2: taleban dooda]
she like how i walk, she like how i talk
f-ck n-gga play, we make you walk it out
she f-ck with my accent, she all in my mouth
never met a n-gga who came from down south
you can see we out of league (league)
we is beyond the trees (trees)
these hoes be actin’ like fiends (fiends)
they really be f-ckin’ the team
death row, we ain’t got no heart (nope)
don’t fall in love, just be smart
you should’ve knew from the start
let’s get back to the party
stank sh-t smokin’, who farted? uh
they say dooda go r-t-rded, you can’t tell me who harder, uh
i’m in the streets, smoke the sesame
ain’t none of you f-ck n-ggas next to me
i’m goin’ beyond makin’ history
i bet you don’t plan on forgetting me
committing these sins, mama pray for me
my granddaddy only debate on me
’cause i dropped out of school, he think i’m a fool, and i be totin’ a tool
but i got squeak, when i get more, bet you won’t get help from me

- taleban dooda rees money

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