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dacrook - true story lyrics
[verse]
me and my dawgs don’t dispute we distribute
cocaine and kick doors find your stash ripped through
dear santa all i wanted was a new pistol
preferably a glocc, red beam, grip to
i ain’t one for kissing under mistletoes
i’m the type get the cash and kick the hoe
straight to the curb
just like she deserve
tryna eat my crumbs
i knew she a bird
grew out the senseless beef
you could say i’m a nerd
i just think i’ve matured
i know i’m still down to pop up and air out the curb
f-ck a n-gga day up like he stepped in a t-rd
so f-ck what you heard
f-ck i’m ducking you for my paper good
automatic weapons crimes in your neighborhood
worst case n-ggas got me misunderstood
disrespect get shot then you’re done for good
[chorus]
you know i keep a clip full of heat
give your b-tch ice chills when i speak
n-gga this a true story
ridin three deep in that jeep
motherf-ckers lose there life when we creep
n-gga this a true story
seen a whole lot in my past
fake n-ggas sold their soul for some cash
n-gga this a true story
runnin through these bands do the math
how i started from a gram and a half
this a true story
[verse 2]
don’t give a f-ck about your n-ggas or which blocc you’re from
how much shots you beat or how much roccs you slung
my n-ggas came from the gutters so we know the slums
we ain’t new to guns and we ain’t new to drugs
so if you really want that action come and get you some
my n-ggas really bout that clappin you’ll get wet for fun
but back to this money on some other sh-t
i’m about to rob my n-gga’s plug and buy another whip
touch what p-ssy big 40 cal on my hip
i’d rather take another charge before a n-gga slip
i’d rather take a n-ggas soft and then go on a trip
out of town and bust it down can call that sh-t a flip
feds tryna catch the plate i had to switch the whip
many of these hatin -ss n-ggas they be on some sh-t
like i didn’t come from the struggle
b-tch this ain’t luck this my hustle
[chorus]
you know i keep a clip full of heat
give your b-tch ice chills when i speak
n-gga this a true story
ridin three deep in that jeep
motherf-ckers lose there life when we creep
n-gga this a true story
seen a whole lot in my past
fake n-ggas sold their soul for some cash
n-gga this a true story
runnin through these bands do the math
how i started from a gram and a half
this a true story
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