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Paroles de la chanson WRAP EM UP par Dusty Locane

[Dusty Locane & TaTa]
Feva, rr
Every opp shot, everythin' dead
41 shots to the head
Like, grrah-grrah (Like, grrah, like, grrah, aah)
Like, grrah

[TaTa & Dusty Locane]
Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro)
I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they ???
I won't rap about shit that I did
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn)
No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro)
And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva)

Oh, it's up?, then it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch
Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick)
I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva)
Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)
TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it)
How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one)
Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha)
I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Like, grrah)
Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done (Grrah, like, grrah)

[TaTa]
Like two quarters I'm stayin' on fifty (On bro)
Like a hour that shit hold sixty (Grrt, baow)

In the spot with the ??? deli
And the opps linkin' up, man, that shit gettin' mixy (On bro)
I'm with ??? went dumb off a 30
Talkin' tough, we gon' number your jersey (On bro)
I be geekin' when I'm on the beat
And when they have my shit, niggas start gettin' sturdy
Heart made of metal, they callin' me Stark (Like, damn)
And I gave a thottie my heart (The fuck?)
Jenny said we not fallin' apart
And there's sharks in this water
Don't swim when it's dark (On bro)
I'm a animal, slide in the dark, nigga
I'm nocturnal, catch him
And cut him, rip him apart, nigga

I bet this .40 gon' burn you (Like, damn), like, grrah
Why these dumb niggas eyein' the V? (Like, damn)
Like I don't got my iron on me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Mr. Everything Dead, yeah, I'm ready nigga
Come outside, niggas hidin' from me
Please don't play, I got knockers on me
Don't run, put the dot on a tee (Like, grrah-grrah)
Mr. Everything Deady, I'm ready nigga
I'm with 'Cane, he gon' up it for free (Like, grrah), bitch

[TaTa & Dusty Locane]
Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro)
I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they ???

I won't rap about shit that I did
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn)
No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro)
And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva)
Oh, it's up? Then it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch
Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick)
I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva)
Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)
TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it)
How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one)
Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha)
I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Wanna fuck)
Pass her onto the cuz 'cause I'm already done

[Dusty Locane]
They preyin' the bag while I'm chasin' the paper (Chasin' the paper)
Watch for envious worse than the haters
Dead off Henny, ain't doin' no chaser
???
You ain't slide, your homie still died
All them posts and still ain't gon' wake up
You gon' hide when killers arrive
You gon' need a whole army to take us
Tell your bitch to relax
She tellin' stories, I'm tellin' the facts
And I only linked 'cause she come for a nut
No, I ain't textin' her back
She back out a camera, quick to react
Your bitch a treesh so I hit from the back
Tryna play it cool but we up first

He should know better than the lead
With some steppers that kill for them digits
Only linkin' that bitch if I'm rinsin'
And you claim that I'm fuckin' your bitch
Don't know if I did but I fit the description
We gon' shoot through the crowd like a piston
??? for the kill, fuck a opposition
Put a green beam on his head
Rolled in a spliff, wrapped him up for Christmas

[TaTa & Dusty Locane]
Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro)
I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they ???
I won't rap about shit that I did
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn)
No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro)

And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva)
Oh, it's up? Then it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch
Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick)
I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva)
Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)
TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it)
How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one)
Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha)
I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Wanna fuck)
Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done

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