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D.O.A.
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D.O.A. wurde am 12. Juni 2021 von Free The Lost / EMPIRE als Teil des Albums Most Hated veröffentlicht
12. Juni 2021
LabelFree The Lost / EMPIRE
SpracheEnglish
BPM86
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
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Songtexte

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch ass ****
**** ain't never did shit to me, ****
And I ain't seen you in the hood, ****
You ain't from Oak Park, ****
Fours with the straps in 'em, I ain't no rap ****
Verified shooter, check the stats, do the math, ****
I'm mafia, make a call and get you whacked
And he was DOA so that mean ain't no way he comin' back
He ain't really 'bout it, he just thuggin' on the 'gram
Fuck I look like funkin' with him? He don't even keep it blam
It ain't even hot, bet you I pull up with that fan
If I can't get him, change the plans, smoke that **** mans
Never seen a hundred blam, make him do the running man
I got this fully on me, make a **** do that tricky dance
I'll leave a sucker stanky, make a **** shit his pants
I came with the gangland, you **** ain't the same clan
Can't name another **** like me that's gon' come through and cram
Hit a lash for all cash, jump in the run through these vans
**** think he hard as me, blood must took a Xan
Smokin' on these suckers while I sit and talk to the dead
They say I'm sick in the head, I swear I'm off of these meds
He say it's on, I say it's on, ain't takin' back what I said
Finna put up a double-double for that blood that we shed
And it get messy when it's two to the neck
I should be locked inside a cage for all I do for the set
And I ain't Thompson but I shoot for the check
And I got shit that'll shoot through the vest
We shoot it out and all my shooters impressed
Ain't a bounty gettin' pressed, I know them poodles depressed
Go check my rap sheet
I was tryna beat a murder rap so I don't give a fuck about no rap beef
I'll-I'll-I'll chew a sucker whip up like I'm XD
He FK but ain't never popped a **** from my street
Every time it's a body, they tryna book me
Smokin' on this Bubba Kush, I mix it with the cookie
You know that cater got the queef and he a pussy
They barely missed him by some inches, he got lucky
This lil' **** scared to get his hands bloody
What the fuck you do to us for us to put some bands on you?
If I see you in Oak Park, that's on God I'm crammin' on you
And you talkin' all that hard shit, better keep your cannon on you
This lil' **** barely jumpin' off that porch
And he ain't from the P, pussy **** grew up in the North
Probably some Hennessy for him, that lil' **** just got torched
I'm the sickest in my section so I don't need no protection
Don't want the smoke, they need a killer to invest in
Doin' skits and switchin' whips, I keep 'em guessin'
Got a drop, we finna pull up ASAP and apply some pressure
All that flexin' got your partner popped, he died on the stretcher
Written by: Marcxs Marcxs
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