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Cool Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money Spent mad nights on the curb side Four man deep, everybody was starve out Told man that I got dirts when I didn't When he came and pulled them rars out I was rolling ten Zs deep with RD We got the zip cars out Silly nitties eat nuttin' but raw garlic all day Letras de cancionesDon't wanna sort the yard out Nope, took turns, did chips Once they wash up inna that hard house Get the elevator One floor up and walk down Yeah I ain't even gotta talk 'bout How I roll through brick city with the something on my lap I was scoping yards out Darg is O-T-Y 'Cause he kept up with too much greazing JB HMP Heart hurt every time that I see him Fuck Her Majesty Bitch better free him When he comes out Man are skirting and skeeting Don't wanna see me Up in this beef ting Six shot And I sling teeth in Round of applause for a greeting If I rise up, then I'm beating I ain't inna misleading Bap, backfire? Then I'll tear a man's cheek in, rah Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money Everyting dun when the semi ting drum We ain't even gotta reload I don't even know how that feel You ain't even get a reload Everyting dead Ting just start smoke like Ego Brick of the cess And it come from yard like negro Still tryna redose, still tryna re-up And I got true white blocks like Cee Lo Tryna get my P up, shouldn't even be up Gyal wanna spike man's head like G Note I was in greaze mode, everyting greaze down Dance in the Danforth, man ah get beat down Dem time dere I had the heat round Dem man dere you wouldn't be round Everywhere I go, it's VP now Everywhere I go, I bring the Milly with me Might do a DT run right quick And every time I go, I bring the tings with me Doing Kenzo life, niggas know what it is So I ain't even gotta bring the fizzy with me Same way, though, I've got the nizzy with me Shout my niggas getting to the Lizzy with me Even though I'm giving up crud I ain't giving up road, everyday I do street Come through, lay you down, I ain't even lose sleep Man ah really do dirt, niggas do with loose leaf My niggas move purp, hit the road and use heat Them niggas do dirt, hit the net and do tweets Hot boy, too heat, young nigga from the 6 Skirt, skirt in the whip, jump out, let it beat Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money Don, I'm on the field With the dogs that really get gully Two shot in a man's head Then we bounce like bunny Don, I'm on the field With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny Do shots out of that Z till it's dead Get another one, we tryna get money From Letras Mania