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Riata Dada

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Ain't shit fuckin' with me, I'm nothin' like these rap niggas
Real street nigga, 5500 made man, yeah
I'm the real thing

Yeah, I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me
Legend of Riata Dada, came up sellin' hank and weed
I can't make no opps not diss Lil Dead
but I can make 'em bleed
Paper right and I ain't fightin', you in a gunfight
with a steak knife
Police know they need helicopters tryna stop us
'cause I'm gon' yank, right?
When I move, it's a chopper scene like the opera
I send a bitch nigga to the doctor
I was tryna stop you
but all that shit you pop make it impossible
Guccis on me, semi spit like a run-on sentence
it ain't no comma
If I wasn't this, then I probably been done
signed with DJ Drama
But I'm thuggin' and I'm shinin', fuck with coke
I roll with Gotti
When he met me, I had sixty, all fifty stuffed in my pocket
Before I signed it, me and all my partners
diamond chains and watches
We like mobsters, only difference
we sip syrup with our pasta
Aim is true, he's clocked in, I watched brethen drop it
then he locked it
Pay him whack his partner, niggas snakes
but I'm an anaconda
I make sure that's proper, way more with the cut
it ain't Hydroxy'
But I made it, mama
Couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
This shit hypnotized me
Only thing excite me is a body
He be acting cocky like we ain't shoot at him
when he's with his mama
This a blackout, give you to my lil' partner
he flip niggas' Honda
Nigga coolin', we done mucked they shooter
fucked up they lil' roster
I was nappin' chronic 'til I got a book
I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit it two, three times
and it's still proper
Get that strong white, call this batch a boxer, Ivan Drago
Did I really leave the streets alone to rap?
I ain't decided
Hit your partner top, he squirmin'
just like fishes outta water
I ain't got advice, just hit the trap and pray
you make it out it
I had sleepless nights, can't let 'em sneak me twice
I gotta watch 'em
Get a move, turn off your phone
we finna slide, pop my yopper
They be wildin' 'til we hit they blocks
then niggas playin' possum
Niggas bold like we ain't takin' souls
and puttin' 'em with my mama
And don't pat me at no shows, I got my gun
and I get hot there
I'm from Louisville, where we wet our Blacks
and sip raw out the bottle
I don't care how much he did, he rat
he do not get acknowledged
I'm the same nigga used to play pitch back
talkin' with Fat Chris on Redondo
Now I'm twelve floors up with a thick slut
getting my dick sucked in a condo

Dick sucked in a condo, bitch nigga
5500 made man
EST, Big Gee, nigga
You hear this shit, nigga
Real street nigga, you know
Play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one of you niggas

Letra enviada por Leandro Lima

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