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211 Lyrics - Artist : Casanova
(Okay, daddy)
This a 211 on a motherfuckin' opp Niggas know my body, everybody gettin' shot Last nigga played, I cleaned him up with the mop That was '07 in the gamblin' spot I aced to the deuce, I told him, "Suck my dick" When I was locked up he tried fuck my bitch I took a step back, then I bust my grip I love that fuckin' deal, all I did was dust my 'prints I'd rather get rid of my wife Rob a nigga with that gun the same night Got his head cracked, he was slippin', rollin' dice Walked up on him calmly like, "Nigga, that chain nice" 'Cause you know I get hyped When I kick in the door wavin' the four-four I ain't had no money, I still ran up in the store Burner to his jaw Stupid motherfucker, take the money out the drawer Papi, tú robaste la tienda mala Te voy a matar a tu madre y tu pai' Sucio Foolio Shut the fuck up, you movin' slow I think this nigga don't understand how this movie go What you said about my mama? Shut the fuck up, uh, take that Welcome to the Terrordome Bustin' at your fitted cap, shootin' at your hair and bone Beefin' since way back, niggas know the shit I'm on Fuck this house party, cuz, niggas ain't gon' make it home Tote this bitch, nigga, don't matter where I catch you I'ma grab the special, turn around and stretch you Keep that same energy, hidin' with your niggas (I don't give a fuck) Nigga they gon' get that same penalty I ain't tryna sort 'em out, I don't know the difference Bitch niggas all get it, one clip, one visit Two shots, two missing Lord help me, I'ma give 'em hell Gotta lay 'em all down 'cause they will tell Fuck 'em, I finish up and swerve out Lookin' for an alibi, niggas got the word out Shootin' like it's Palestine, shells on the front line Neighbor saw hella crime, fucker should've been gone Nigga saw my L plates, 1's on the scene Quit drivin', get a phone call, it's my nigga (Aw, fuck, where you at, cuz?) Nigga, I'm on some Crip shit Finally found that nigga, caught him slippin', had to set trip (Damn, what'd you do?) Laid that whole motherfucker down Front, backside, everywhere they goin', spin rounds Fuckin' foolio Caught him slippin', he was movin' slow Crip-hop 'til they drop, that's how the movie go Call my cousin Casanova, let him know the movie done |
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