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letra de door dash - wayne616

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse]
me and jr just dropped a three of wock’ in a lemonade
found a four of tris, poured it in a box, minute maid
in a redeye, hit the gas twice, made the engine shake
hundred shots, i’ma keep shootin’ this b-tch ’til the pistol break
an eight in a small pop, got a liquor taste
n-gga rolled a skinny-ass ‘wood, got a swisher taste
i could make a fake brick right now, scissors, tape
n-gga left his plate around me and got his chicken ate
yeah, you know i used to rob n-ggas
forty racks for a watch, this b-tch not tickin’
had to tell bro chill, he wouldn’t stop fl!ckin’
even if you see me downtown, bеst believe i got bl!cky
with a bad young b-tch from thе d who look like nicki
said he got a pint for twenty-two hundred, it was kinda iffy
countin’ two hundred all blues, i done got a stiffy
oh, you wanna buy a whole thing? be there in a jiffy
have it on your front porch like i’m doordash
shoppin’ at the set, all hundreds in my store bag
fifty racks cash for a lawyer, went to court fast
bro, ain’t n0body tryna rob you with your poor ass
f-ck around and let thirty go, heard the floor crash
i already f-cked her twice, bro, you can get your wh0re back
p-ssy wasn’t that good anyway
i could bring a hundred racks out any day
jump out on a n-gga at the light with a mini k
foot chase, me and bro hopped out the ‘cat and went different ways
i done drunk at least an eight every day for sixty days
add it up and guess what, n-gga? i still got paid
this is not the same money, this some different pape’
i could sell the ojs for a hundred in a different state
old-school glossy than a b-tch, this some different paint
me and jr drunk a whole pint, my liver achin’
now i’m finna take another perc’
i am not an artist, but i can paint the n-gga shirt
put the cash on the floor, i could make a n-gga work
even though i got the money, i’ll take a n-gga work
give me that ’cause you a ho n-gga
put the play down like, “bro, go to the store with me”
before i knock his noodles out, pour a four with him
hit him in his top, instant death, bro, he won’t feel it
whole pack of newport shorts, who want smoke with me?
i can step in the louis store right now and blow fifty
had to five percent the windows in the whip ’cause your ho with me
unc’ just rolled up a blue hundred and hit blow with me
i got that sh-t on me right now, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
wish a n-gga try to take it, i’ma full clip him
finna build an old-school fast as h-ll with dual engines
ain’t a n-gga make me rich, pro tools did it
yeah, n-gga, i ain’t sign no f-ckin’ deal
tore the whole living room up tryna find a f-ckin’ pill
you don’t supposed to speak on it when it’s up for real
seen dog had a gun on his hip, i punched him still, yeah
y’all n-ggas straight hoes
i just made thirty profit off eight ‘bows
unc’ can snort a whole brick, he got a great nose
what the f-ck is a pair of cartiers? i’ll break those
b-tch bad, but it’s too good to be true, she got eight toes
my circle ain’t that big, i got eight bros
how the f-ck you rollin’ for a n-gga and don’t make pros?
finna slide on this n-gga with all bape on
yeah, i got my hoodie zipped up to the top
bro got my back, so he gon’ pick up what i drop
you don’t gotta suck the whole d-ck, l!ck it on the top
i just drained a pint of wock’, now i’m l!ckin’ on the top
d-mn, i need some more drank
i was finna hit the b-tch, but the ho stank
finna hit a l!ck in a n-gga crib like where the whole safe?
he had six bricks, hit it with the mix and gave bro eight

- wayne616

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