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db tha rasta - shiesty szn lyrics

aha! hey! yeah! go go go! hey, sheisty season we outside? we ain’t goin in. free the fed babies. and worldwide. that’s my evil twin. ask them boys who run the city. n+ggas know it’s us. what you spend on your new kit. b+tch a hundred plus zip em up opp n+ggas we exposing em. so many shots up out the switch. can count the holes in em. you ain’t slide when brodie die. you just be posting em. we the ones that got the city screamin i stand over em. they be trolling on the net. playin like they hard. same n+ggas bumpin to em. say they ain’t involved before you drill. grab a steamer, sn+tch the plates off. did a hunnid pass. the trooper p+ssed the jakes off. h+llcats and track c+cks. ain’t no catching it. she asked me what her head was like. i told her excellent baby, i ain’t do no drugs. i be selling it. yeah, i heard dawg a shooter but he be tellin sh+t. he a gangsta and a rat i hate them boys the most. my shawty got like 12 hats. he tryin to catch some mo i’m walkin out the gold room trying to catch some throat. told her bring a friend with who gon catch the most i been ballin for a minute. feel like brine in the trap. half a ticket for my belt i made bond and i was turned around and went fit. i was next to super max. only the one time. now i’m in the green. my n+ggas in the fast and all them breadwinners. way to brown i alley+oop these hoes and let my mans. the track i’m in this. k!ll this b+tch stolen this a steamer. blow em down. soon as we see em hit the lights. then we gon leave em. stop with all that gangster sh+t. if your name ain’t them black and whites. cap a g. when i got locked i doubled down my bragging rights. drunk as h+ll i’m in the club. like what sh+t i’m gon crack tonight. let a n+gga play with me. somebody gon check tonight. say twin gon spin this sh+t again. this b+tch throwin so much ass on me. think i’m gonna hit again, n+gga. yeah, b+tch i’ve never better. that’s the mood we in. eastside. third block. they done let them goonies in, n+gga, it’s easy to make him believe you a k!ller. all you did was say you can’t make me a believer i was doin hits. you say you did me like a mingo. turn these boys to calvin cambridge. hundred shots on me out on that block like i’m wilt chamberlain

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