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lirik lagu blacka da don - dead homies

[verse 1: blacka da don & smiley]
lost a lot of brothers to the streets, don’t ask me why my n~ggas stay with it
left the kitchen with 9 o’s, but 4 o’s is how i came in it
whippin’, whippin’ on the stovetop
missin’, don’t need a whole opp
got some k!llers from regent park, up to jamestown, down to stovetop
61st [?] i’m reppin’
giuseppe’s and 90 i’m steppin’
hit the club with at least three chains but for each chain i got a weapon
i got bad hoes on instagram sendin’ dm’s with they titties out
i get so much love in the 6 side, when i do a show bring the city out
fso, be my crew, n~gga
y’all already know what it do, n~gga
first thing i did was ride out soon as i got my g2, n~gga
no, this ain’t chiraq, but i know shooters that’s fourteen
they ain’t worried ‘bout goin’ to school they likе, “yo blacks, i need more fiends”
my money walk out on thеm n~ggas
my money talk louder than them b~tches
i use to rock clothes from stitches
but now my kick game is ridiculous
i can’t spend no time on these b~tches
i spend all my time chasin’ riches
i went from a half to a 4 to a 9 and i get all my bands out the kitchen
blacka da don back in this b~tch, man, finna blow word in the city now
bad b~tches tryna pay me now
i got illy movin’ like diddy now
mdm, fso
bad b~tches and they finna go
all my n~ggas, yeah, they ‘bout that dough
i be runnin’ through the 6 with my woes
i feel like lebron james ‘cause no matter what i do n~ggas still hatin’
but i don’t pay them n~ggas no mind ‘cause right now i got they b~tches waitin’
i could text one like “come here”
text the other, she like, “go where?”
and ion even show up, i’m posted in the garden like a lawn chair
(double g)
word around the 6 i’m be poppin’ so n~ggas be hatin’ on me
(n~ggas hatin’ on me)
if you ain’t gettin’ no money who you got to blame, homie?
(the f~ck you blamin’?)
n~ggas don’t think around me ‘cause i got the thing on me
(.9 on me)
went two minutes straight on the beat, pass to double b, homie
[verse 2: smiley]
oln
my n~ggas are brazy
opps sneak diss i don’t let it phase me
tav’ in the hood tryna chase me
henny in my cup sayin’ “don’t chase me”
‘cause of the sh~ts a n~gga go brazy
f~ck these b~tches, i have no time
my garden b~tch is my f~ckin’ .9
that b~tch’ll ride anytime
it don’t leave me, stays on my spine
i’m in your hood like it’s f~ckin’ mine
these n~ggas get amped off a bill chop
my n~gga woke up to a stack chop
i’ll pop up in front of your door like [?]
young boys shoot your head off your neck
we tryna catch a body so we bringin’ like ten
see me and gang in front of your rec’
clear the whole place it only takes a sec’
my bean just called said he got his cheque
‘bout to go ot, shut down the spot
have all these fiends runnin’ back to the spot
these fiends trip out when i tell ‘em my age
i was in the trap fiends cryin’ for h
you ain’t sh~t if you can’t trap on your lonely
n~ggas ain’t droppin’ sh~t like my rollie
trap got k!lls, it’s me, h, smokey
it’s me, h, blunts, hit the .40
bling or kief, n~gga, i flip that
i’m trappin’ by the red store, yeah, kit~kat
let the mac beat off by a train tracks
every n~gga on the block got cook crack
every n~gga on the block got cook crack

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