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d.a.d.e - yooda lyrics

d.a.d.e

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don’t -ssume, demand everything a n-gg- here to stay i’m bout to f-ck the game. tried to tell you n-gg- you n-gg- we are not the same. when sh-t hit the fan. i’m not the one to blame
don’t -ssume, demand everything i always been the one to go against the gain. build hood tough i can stand the rain. you’ll never enjoy the pleasure n-gg- without the pain

verse1: blueberry on my ribs n-gg- boss sh-t! echoes in the dark n-gg- i hear a lot of sh-t
elevated to founder lost a lotta n-gg-. it really broke my heart how channel 7 did em. canseco -ss n-gg-. who really hit em. metro dade really tried to stain a n-gg-. terroristic -ss-ssins what they f-ckin called em. they my dawgs for life f-ck you if you got problem. n-gg-s won’t be happy until i’m dead broke. so i’m keep on spinning like a hundred spokes. these p-ssy n-gg- swervin in my inbox. stressing bout a b-tch like i a packed the box. loud pack i’m floatin like an astronaut. thinking bout a bag no ashy thots. interrogation what you n-gg-s p-ssy cops. own know a d-mn thing believe it or not

verse 2: a n-gg- getting hungry. i’m thinking georgia gold. this p-ssy n-gg- think it’s game from what he told. he go in for the k!ll. so i broke his jaw. it’s the principle plus i want my coleslaw. i been that n-gg- p-ssy what thought this was. it’s a lot of runners acting like the f-ckin plug. shortin n-gg-s h-t em wit a couple slugs. no gsr plus a n-gg- know the judge. when i step n-gg-s asking who that is. that the boboyega boy ill show up at ya crib. a couple gold coins i’ll split ya wig. nothing personal n-gg- that just how it is. i watch my momma struggle for so many years. never once did she let us see them tears. so never once will you n-gg-s see some fear. i keep that grave digger on me like i’m john deer. i made it out the streets when so many didn’t. this is not my plan n-gg- this is just what was written. gettin in my way n-gg- that sh-t forbidden. real dogs run the yard. no purring kittens. once a week a n-gg- wanna spread his wings. and shower my chick in the finest thing. 2000 treads just to make body her cream. the apple of my eye no billie jean

- yooda lyrics

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