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letra de rite nah (feat. dizzy wright) - trademark da skydiver

speeding up the strip in my whip rolling, rolling rolling. smashing going through traffic like that b-tch stolen, stolen, stolen. cruising through the city, homie straight zoning. blind like a black car, money state on it. shout out to my real homies, not them fake phonies. either way we gon get paid with her irregardless. clearly this fd sh-t hitting the hardest. me and traso on this sh-t, who would have thought it? what it is, what it, what it do. shorty we go in the party, getting love from everybody. getting kushed out in this b-tch like it’s four-twenty. pockets full of paper hoe, you get nothing from me. riches over b-tches momma, don’t you be no dummy. i’m just tryin to smash, love, you ain’t gettin no money. stacking franklins up high as tall as paul bunyan. a plus status, b-tch, i’m one hundred
oh yes once again it’s going down. counting up these racks, smoking out the pound. only real n-ggas around me, i don’t f-ck with clowns. on the come up, getting my funds up b-tch. my time is now, right now, right now.. plotting up, ain’t stop me, no way, no how
you could call me dizzy f-ckin right now. look at my bank, all i can do is smile. i’m getting rich and you don’t even know it. why you don’t show it? cause these f-ck -ss n-ggas don’t need to know it. i keep it g when i’m on your instrumental. in the back of the venue, smoking behind these tinted windows. i don’t run around with a lot of n-ggas. i’m too low key, i control me, i don’t follow n-ggas. and i don’t sidetrack without contact. n-gga if you gon bomb first we gon bomb back. cadillac all black parked in the back boxed out, n-gga that’s that. penthouse we kicked up, outcast and i’m big boy pimped up. big weed jar, you ain’t tryin to lift up. we the it n-gga, you ain’t tryin to get bugged. get that money trip, you ain’t sh-t. all a n-gga really wanted was a quick nut. knowin knows when my fist up. you ain’t never met a n-gga like me, n-gga never. ev, you tell me who do it better. my time is forever, whatever
oh yes once again it’s going down. counting up these racks, smoking out the pound. only real n-ggas around me, i don’t f-ck with clowns. on the come up, getting my funds up b-tch. my time is now, right now, right now.. plotting up, ain’t stop me, no way, no how

- trademark da skydiver

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