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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for it's rap
And that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my are always talking about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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