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letra de 1800 - tay roc

[verse 1]
you don’t know a clique wild as us
comin’ up on my block was rough
big sh-t, hundred shots with us
one gun was just not enough
catch me hoppin’ out of coupe sh-t
i was the same n-gga on the dollar bus
while y’all count me out, i was countin’ up
tryin’ to count me in, now you’re outta luck
strapped down and my dollars up
i’m giuseppe’d down, my b-tch prada’d up
rest in peac to my n-gga diggs
he lookin’ down and he proud of us
a qb of sour cost a thousand bucks
for the whole p, thirty-five and up
no “roc,” i’m mr. maryland
i’m mr. turn a ounce to a audi truck
f-ck you know about hazard county?
come out here and we caine slangin’
sh-t get real – no, we ain’t fakin’
that strap help me keep maintainin’
been out here for like twenty years
my nuts drag and my chain’s swingin’
y’all county n-ggas never been to cali, n-gga
but you claim you was gang-bangin’?
uh, i don’t like none of y’all
flex, i do it in front of y’all
famous but still be with n-ggas
with bangers to shoot everyone of y’all
you don’t want none involved
my goonies don’t wanna brawl
they rockin’ with choppers, get sent to the doctor
like, “look what they done to y’all!”

[hook]
how you want it? n-gga, my block 1800
18 goons with 18 k’s, that’s 1800
i do the white remy, i don’t drink on that 1800
these giuseppe’s and they d-mn near cost me 1800
i’m a cave g n-gga, i keep it 1800
half p of sour cost 1800, i’m crazy blunted
three hundred a glock, six glocks cost you 1800
come through my block, see the way we run it, we 1800

[verse 2]
first you had my attention
now your chances look narrow
at the light like harold
have you starin’ down a barrel
hit you with a bow and arrow
roc icy, i’m the pharaoh
i’ma paint the charger all blue
then go and cop wifey the camaro
d-mn, who you think this is?
grown man, i don’t speak to kids
i need the rollie with the red face
to show me what day of the week it is
outta town like every week
don’t ask me how me weekend is
can’t tell a snitch n-gga sh-t
they don’t know what a secret is
d-mn, y’all h-lla wack
on eloise i been to h-ll and back
got my first whip off sellin’ crack
got my first crib off battle rap
if the money’s there, that’s where i travel at
i hit your ho and then travel back
i gave her hits, no platinum plaque
i don’t want your b-tch, you can have her back
ball hard, no steph curry
peacot and this burberry
copped a mink off trap money
i’m in the field and my fur dirty
cave gang, n-gga, 7:30
shout out to my n-ggas 7:60
blue hundreds and they h-lla crispy
fifth of vodka, who effin’ with me? cave!

- tay roc

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