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letra de dosportsnotdrugs! - tdubb (rapper)

[intro: tdubb]
mmm
ayy, yo’ b-tch hot, yo’ b-tch hot
ah
okay, like, okay, like

[verse 1: tdubb]
do sports, not drugs
buddy tried to run, and he got hit up with a slug
counting up my funds, it’s nothing lower then a dub
wrist shine, like sun he done messed up, ayy
don’t give a f-ck what you saying if not ’bout the moolah
ice be on cold, like a cooler
a fool what he be, it’s impossible, see for that boy, to be me, i’m the sh-t, like a sewer
everything that i done seen in this life that i live
i’m waiting for all it to give
i left my trust in the past with the person i was, it’s removal of all of the fibs
calling it dibs
shawty, she fine? then she mine, she get d-ck up in all of her ribs
all of the kids wondering how i be doin’ that, all things, they be calling it quits
shawty gotta the itty bitty titties with a big fat b-tt, that’s clutch, no breast, so what?
told him that i gotta get litty in the motherf-ckin’ city, hm, yes, hit track, go nuts
put-putting the holes in his feet, like a motherf-ckin’ croc
i told that boy just to stop
call me dwayne ’cause the way that i feel with these diamonds on neck could compare to the rock
[verse 2: issbrokie]
eh
shawty got them mini, gritty, biddy titties, and that big fat b-tt
b-tch, i been that sl-t in the car with the bust down
b.b. bell spin around my block, got a lil’ ass gun
it’s a world war caliber
got a glock in the whip, it’s a dodge, no challenger
if he wanna box, get a mop, get a janitor
b-tch, i keep a blade on me, excalibur
he deceased with the ways
kick a beat like a case
choppa eat like a feast, wanna heat to his face
and it’s me with a taste, on my cannibal, it’s t–th on my plate
i’m a freak, put ’em in the concrete if he play
every week, everyday, i’ma try and k!ll me, it’s a pain
smoke weed, it’s a way
i’m a drug deal fiend, all the way
mama think it’s makin’ me go insane
but it’s okay, b-tch, i’m a demon
in the stu’ schemin’, fans love they hearin’ me screamin’
take off my shirt, all the hoes stop breathin’
said, “i got me some dirt,” they wan’ drink my s-m-n
b-tch, i am her, who you tryin’ to be bein’?
rocks the website, rapper’s courage, they steamin’
every d-mn verse is about my p-n-s, so i see why they lurk in my comments like heaters
like, shout-out my haters, and shout-out the people who said i won’t make it
you really can’t fake it
connections i make tryna ran up or risen
yo’ risers ran up in yo’ pit, yo’ little face
can’t keep my name out your bricks
all like, “you got a crush on a sl-t like a layer”
but, i don’t give a f-ck about you, or a fake
’cause the sh-t in my blood is gon’ take me to die for a change
i remain in the geo 82 while you hatin’, but maybe embrace it
i’m gainin’ the base of these people who f-ck with the wave ’cause i got ’em haters on motherf-ckin’ cadences
up in the game, you need get you some b-tches
pocket watch, and get the f-ck off my riches
get my d-ck out your motherf-ckin’ mysteries
and don’t come callin’ back, talkin’ ’bout, “we did this,” b-tch
[outro: issbrokie]
issbrokie
we didn’t do this, i did this sh-t, ayy
heh-heh
f-ck out my face, b-tch

- tdubb rapper

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