Freddie Gibbs - D.O.A. | Текст песни

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[Hook 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm a real-made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a street-paid nigga
Tryna catch a fade with ya
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch

[Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
My bitch is stinking
My junkies say they need that wake up
My kitchen stinking
It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up
Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-ass niggas
Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbing-ass nigga
Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga
Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star
Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark
Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate
I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face
It's Gangsta Gibbs

[Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]

[Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Real-made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a real-made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch

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