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doodiemakk - in and outta courts كلمات الأغنية

[verse: rylo rodriguez]
i can’t off the beef, get ya homie hit
my dawg a robber, on his birthday, i put him on a l!ck
brought my white b_tch to the hood around a gang of k!llers, for what her people did, i had to let her hang with n_ggas
i watched n_ggas throw they controller who was tryna beat the system
i know a n_gga died last month and don’t n0body miss ’em
the b_tch bad but i ain’t a slave, but i know how to pick ’em
i know some rats still in they hood, and ain’t n0body check ’em
that n_gga play, just know we at his wig, like a bonnet
them boys hoes, they just like to post, michael thomas
get the backend, spend it all on poles, like the onyx
glocks up, f&ns, no liquor, we got every gen

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
kel_tecs and dracs, if it’s up, don’t tell ’em “chill out”
can’t meet you, got too much at stake and i ain’t talking ribeye
everybody get a plate if i got enough to give out
i told my bro his shoes my shoes, his clothes my clothes if i wear his size
ain’t telling no n_gga to pick sides
couple n_ggas touched down, hope we don’t see a phonepu
bought a gun off the street, n_gga f_ck with me, scratched off the serial number
only time he get money if he load up, go spray some
like my car widebody, what i look like gettin’ waist done
f_cked the mob hoe, she got her face done
i’m in and out the courts, draymond
[verse: doodiemakk]
me and rylo poured a deuce, we ain’t faded yet
i done sipped so much, forgot i had a plane to catch
i’m in the traphouse with the bags
i’m in the yo and i got the whole room filled with some k!llers
full of dracos, everybody screaming they a hitter
hunnid_thousand cash, i already know i ain’t made it yet
i put pounds all on the jet
forgiato rims on the ‘vette
‘buncha goons throwing up the set
vvs diamonds, i’m wet
i’m a soldier, you know i invest
fell in love, tore my heart out my chest
dead bodies in the street, finding no evidence
that sh_t that we do in the street, you’ll get you a 30 year sentence
fill the traphouse with the bags, my b_tches, they coming with ass
i ran up a whole hunnid, now triple it, double my assets
we steady abusing the cup, we pouring up wocky in traffic
wrap the bricks up in the foil, stuff it and hide in my attic
put water all on my wrist, plain jane all on my b_tch
hoppin’ out in that ‘vette, no key, push start switch

- doodiemakk

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