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x - dd caine lyrics

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i’m not from the chi, b-tch, i’m out in warlando, and i don’t put on for the city
all my surroundings fake trappers and rappers that actors and still can’t convince me they gritty
be in them pots like you deltah, lil n-gga you silly your friend on that sh-t and you envy
jackin’ that oppa slang, but you a shyne
you 6 or you 5? nah, really?
i was with bloods that was cappin’, the truest -ss-ssains, y’all ain’t on sh-t past the controller
with mom and dad both in the house i was sneaking out, taking them bags like im exiting walmart
catch a free sample of gas then push it for cash and hide that sh-t right in my drawers, had to get ready, road runnin like petty and giving out trauma by slinging machetes
i come from a family of savages, cousins that ravage sh-t, desolate anything h–rded
open up fire like we pouring zippo on grill, heat your mouth up you looking distorted
we flee the scene, hide the beam, while police rolling deep
neighbors hearing of who like they horton
eagle, dessert the organs, f-ck what’s reported
i wasn’t there, sh-t, i was boarded
kicking my feet up and watching the coverage, discovering nothing bout who was bussin’ like my guns, i’m rushin’, you sweet, you’ll be gushin’ if i roll up on you, you singin’ like usher
rico roll the window down, p-ss me that dutch, it’s about to be opps sprinkled into my blunt, see the barrel he flushed, gun pop, his tin crushed, he was talking that hot sh-t, i push up like plunge
red dot, scope like a sensored remote, put right on forehead, turn him to indian, idiot, really r-t-rded, this chrome sn-tch some chromes, now he zoned like he off of that phishhead
my n-ggas been dead, i’ll give ya b-tch lead like eocs fore you taking the test, if you get me pressed, i’m exposing flesh, the buzzards can clean up whatever i left
lay ya dogs down like a vet, and p-ssies get wet, when i pull this d-ck out of my boxers, spot then c-ck, then pop ya, drop ya, blotch ya, bullets is burning sh-t, somebody call up a dr
you acting tough like you want you a oscar
proud, that yo -ss really think you a monster
you’ll drop 10 pennies, for benjis, and plenty of freedoms, you ain’t with the codes, on your father
don’t give a f-ck, my soul abstinent
heart just like sh-ggy to bank$, that sh-t absent
tough to get rid of, i’m like scr-ping blackheads with no proactive, careless lil b-st-rd, sinister, cynical, child with a mac-10, we’ll see who’s cappin’ and who’s really cappin
crunch em like m&ms, he hear the clapping
got a whole encore and curtain call after
i get my re-up on ammo and then i go lurking to pop at his set
high off a vicodin, bout to relapse, with the refills right under the carpet and spread, no smooth recovery, don’t go for legs, only up, let the shot hit his head and his neck, and right when he dies, if they get to revive him, i leave a slice tween his chest and his neck

- dd caine lyrics

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