One Dae

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I know this dude named Eddy Had a semiautomatic tech and a machete Used to cop wait for him Who? He was friendly Had the same beef with this dude I wanna bury African cat, told him how to smoke ganja Funny style and fucked up head His head was bogus He tried to play me on some hating on day shit Sucker punch right down in the face I ran away quick My man Jason just sat there He didn't chase him I'm like what the fuck, You let him get away, son? My finger in the air like All y'all is gay, son The reason why I been One Dae since day one This whole time this Portorican bitch Laughing at my bloody lip Lucky I ain't slap on some ugly shit Thought that she was in the whip Trip, that's a funny shit Last week I holler at this bitch and some other chick [Hook] Letras de canciones Take a look around, this is my life These are my friends, Wander why I'm holding a knife? This is a gun, you wonder why I'm pocking it back? This where I live, you wonder why I'm talking like that? I went to school with this dude, Black Larry Used to cut class, burn hells, he was pallie Even wrapped with his fat cousin, and fat buggin' Fat gold chain, he like "man, what you pumping?" I'm like "what, yo? I ain't a punk", so we laughin' He wasn't really cool like that It was just rappin' The One Dae, aye, yo, bustin', what happen? His cousin, Stocky Brian, Spanish Mickey with glasses Try getting tough with me, cause they knew I had my stuff with me But I ain't even cut a gutter for a buck fifty I try back and I'm down with one hand Brian start swingin' his hands, nothin' land I duck one, turn around and I look Little Mickey grab my book bag Shooking it up, damn, you motherfuckers get ... in school Lucky you ain't seen me creein' in an ... with tools [Hook] Knew this Damien, flap top cat, a cool character Q P's and Berkeley cheap, go get a gat for ya I used to meet him south station to Ashmouth Damien was like Wolverine, hiding his stash paw I knew it, but I never was one to listen to it I bought sisty with no crew What the fuck I'm doin'? I see my man Shawn, he usually call From fifth grade, but today he look unusually awed Face drain, like he got a lot f shit on his brain He didn't even say what's up He didn't see me, but hey I didn't really think it's nothing, kept steadily steppin' Next day I found out he put a skep to his melon Heard he called his man Jahmills with the funny arms boggin' Counted backwards from ten, and then he bucked it Now that's some fuck shit he wasn't the type To be ball cat, thirty, go pro, that's nice [Hook] From Letras Mania