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letra de dmt - yungblaket

yop, yop
alright, yeah

alright
it ain’t that, get em walked, that’s a fact
fat n-gga he tryna diss, i f-cked around and got em fapped
i heard you mad bout a b-tch, n-gga you ain’t even acting
stand up, on my bread, 6’4, i’m john madden
lil n-gga ain’t did sh-t, told that boy to stop cappin’
n-gga you ain’t makin’ hits, told that boy to stop rappin’
f-ck around and flee the scene, sendin’ shots, why he lackin’?
f-ck around and up this big b-tch, my n-ggas subtracting
speaker boomin’ in this b-tch, got my n-ggas feet tappin’
alright, n-gga said he doing math so keep adding
dumb b-tch, yeah she keep blowing up my phone my screen acting
1 am, with my n-ggas half asleep, beat tracking
white fiend, in the ally selling pills, i can’t go
p-ssy n-ggas really beefin’, only thing it’s bout a ho
f-ck around and up this big b-tch, ain’t talkin’ bout the show
mad as h-ll, i done left a couple g’s down the road
how the f-ck you say you popping sh-t without a f-ckin’ pole
alright, and yeah i’m mad about the money that you owe
do a n-gga h-lla dirt, comb his dreads into a fro
my n-gga avry copped a zip, it got me itchin’ through the nose
hotboxing in the whip, these n-ggas passing it too slow
alright, but i ain’t trippin, we can do this sh-t again
how the f-ck you want a 8the, but he sendin’ me a 10
matter fact, i ain’t trippin’ we done hit ‘em in the leg
f-ck that, i got my white boys to hit ‘em in the head
bust back, keep playin’ games, f-ck around and got ‘em sent
tshh, my glock jammed, he had to meet the overhand
lil n-gga you ain’t safe, n-gga this a crash land
n-gga fiendin’ off the dmt, my n-gga f-cked a burnin b-tch, i’m thinkin tnt
high as f-ck ain’t mean to drop drank, but it ain’t hennessy
f-ck around and let the glock blow if he gon play wit’ me
d-mn, alright

- yungblaket

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