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Dipset, Coke Boys Something epic, you know French, what up? BX, what up? Harlem, what's bangin'? 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙩, 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙎𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 Through the fire, right through the fall Big bag like Santa Claus New sauce for the summer sauce Marching band, we the drummer boys And tell the crib I'm on the way back Walked to my goals, took the plane back And they prayed he ain't came back All Rocky like A$AP Indecisive, persuasive, face lift Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age Running out of patience, serving up the patients No navigation, grind like bad brakes Eating lobster with the crabs, that's the bad taste Same niggas on the rise to find the bad days Niggas on the rat race Letras de cancionesSame niggas laughing at us started laughing with us 'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porches 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 If nobody died then it's not a beef (Facts) Contrary to all the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum) Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs (Loaded) Hood nigga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?) They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H (Harlem) Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna) We was just ducking them charges on the interstate (Facts) Watch fifty that's an extra twenty large in the face We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?) I'm trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me) Still hit a nigga with a tec but I ain't got a whistle Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's a box of tissue (Kleenex) We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who) Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?) We come home and get a welcoming committee When you fuck niggas you ain't welcomed in your city 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚? 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 If you tell me you get money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas is gettin'? We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night, you heard I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been selling that Danity Kane to get that dirty money, you heard me money French, what's up? Bx, Harlem From Letras Mania