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da$h & retch - didit4thegreen lyrics

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yeah so

free castro, hz

[verse 1: da$h]
you looking at the immaculate conception of a god, b-tch
gain my knowledge getting high and watching mob flicks
i’m living like a king, you just a pawn trick
chilling with some b-tch up outta florida and she porn thick
head good too, did a semester at miami u
and once you niggas heard my camp was on, you knew your camp was through
smoking weed, sipping on syrup like i got the flu
this how we living, like ’96, shit, i thought you knew
my name da$h, love, and this here is the h’z crew
and if you f-ck with us then we could take you places boo
true, shit, where my nigga $ha hef
smoked about a ounce today, i only got a dub left
catch me up at sway, yeah, that’s the f-cking club, stretched out
high as f-ck, half a cup of rem’ up in my mouth
prolly a singer or actress sitting on that couch
and just to think i’m living shit that i could go without

[hook: da$h]
tryna be vito, ended up being santino
i’m sipping promethazine yo, and smoking on sour diesel
counting money with machines though, i’m repping hard for my team know
and i go out like a g yo, know, i did it for the green hoe

[verse 2: retch]
it’s hard feeling like a rap nigga
when you smoking out the front like it’s the trap, nigga
and you always running in and out the trap, nigga
posted with a couple of a street savvy trap niggas
huh, and we get it how we live
f-cking bad b-tches raw but we ain’t tryna have no kids
i mean, call it living on the edge
and living with my moms is like living with the feds
yeah, no wonder i ain’t there much
we falling off, but man, i don’t really care much
we live together, but convo, we never shared much
but nah i don’t cry my nigga, just roll the tears up
huh, and then i p-ss it to my homie
’bout to drop a tape and call it real niggas only
cause i don’t want you listening my nigga if you phony
cause you end up knowing a lil too much like a cody
and thats a no b

[hook: da$h]
tryna be vito, ended up being santino
i’m sipping promethazine yo, and smoking on sour diesel
counting money with machines though, i’m repping hard for my team know
and i go out like a g yo, know, i did it for the green hoe



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