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letra de dedication - togre

[intro: togre]
ay, mane
it’s the t from o.g. records
i wanna send some shouts out, man
i got some homies who been here since the mothaf-ckin’ start
that i ain’t give proper shouts out to
on this record right here, crip thangs
and it mean a lot to me
so i gotta do that, man, check it out

[verse 1: togre]
wakin’ up early in the mornin’ in the cpt
3 missed calls, two ho’s, and one homie
i check on my phone, and listen right in
b-tches talkin’ sh-t, and one of my roadies got popped then
sh-t, just a every day thang where i’m from
there’s a reason lot’s of mothaf-ckas don’t come
’cause thеy scared of the sound of the gun shot
gun shots that go through yo’ ass for yo’ stash spot

[hook: togre]
not oncе would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
not once would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
[verse 2: togre]
i think about a curse, sh-t, ’cause life is the worst sh-t
every day i was out, stealin’ on a purse or sh-t
and even now, i think back on them days
and wonder if h-ll is real, and if i’ll have to pay
but f-ck that sh-t, ’cause it stresses me the f-ck out
makes me go insane, and it makes me go buck wild
never in my life did i ever learn to smile

[hook: togre]
not once would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
not once would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
not once would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
not once would i ever want to go back
to wakin’ up, word of dead friends, back to back
shouts to goodman, put my ass on the map
and even then, i still might pack me a gat
[verse 3: togre]
all of my life, i never learned how to smile
and on this h-ll of earth, i will never have a child
always livin’ by the motto, it’s my lifestyle
and a f-cked up gangsta is my f-ckin’ profile
goodman, never could i repay you, dog
never crossed me once, you kept it major, dog
and for that, i’mma always be ya f-ckin’ homie
been about the business, i can’t never be no phony

[outro: togre]
man, peace goodman
peace psych, jokesa
man, prisonz, mario
and we out

- togre

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