Lyrics:
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Tell the Chi Town he freeze they don't give a fuck if it was DT's
They be up like the sea breeze on CC's
And they handin' out these murders like
Got the DT-700
Ultrasonic sound pear-sing yeah your mind baby girl
Yeah she move in sound, hoping that they get it
(Man hold up I seen too many)
Seen
(Yeah) Frijo (dímelo, Bilardo)
L-Gante, ¿qué e' lo que?
DT.Bilardo, dímelo (L-Gante, ¿qué e' lo que?)
Cumbia 4:20 pa' los negro' (Frixen)
Esa
Jolin in the house
Dt(david tao) in the house
Jolin in the house
Dt(david tao) in the house
Jolin in the house
Dt(david tao) in the house
Our love in
to mall, my shooters be posted on
You know DT be moving the dope
The chopper, it come with a scope
She say DT be doing the most
She say DT be doing the most,
Dam3a selet bket el 3in sar9t mena barcha 5wet
lebhar ghadar sra9 snin wled bledy win mchet?
9a3dt tsawr 9alb 7zin elwaldin eli techwet
Dawla mouch
farmer
Di stash haffi hide, when police arrive
Dem shut up and drive like Rihanna
Look out fi di DT di DEA in NYC
Jail time fi di crime too pricy
So weh
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
a shot in the air
Make the crowd shatter, kid you should've splurged
Now all I see is a fleet of DT's
Comin in the direction of be -D-be
Kick up
one more chance to breathe.
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the shakes till noon,
He picked up his bag and left the motel room,
His head is held
tú tienes el toque (papo)
Dile' que no miren, que no jodan, que no toquen
Que no me provoquen, que soy jefe, que no se coloquen (boss)
DTS , te
nigga minds I influence
DT, they tattooed
Got nickels, dimes and drums
Too much power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my lungs
We clean your plate for
training
Fleeing from the DT's
My street getting strangled
When I'm hungry gotta have it
So the heaters don't go crazy
You know Travis, that's my nigga
You
focus with raps stronger than coke is
we're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like posters
left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures
Keep Your Lips Touch
24's Make A Coupe Quit Fuck
So You Can Make A Diss And Hoes
I Made A Memphis Like Busted Raymond
DT's For Are Buster Famous go
it
Told him tell her they stole it -
He told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it
" and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting
from my dirty bed
Can't find my clothes, can't find my head
And the DT's all over me
My eyes are bloodshot, I can't see
Well who's gonna make me happy
at the altar, Sermon of the search
All the faithful follow
Resident winos stumbling and lurching
Walking cadavers smiling and searching
Man in the DT's
spree
DT's jumping out the back is nothing new to me
Truthfully, I be more surprised when they ain't moving me
Said to zip a bag without tryna fit
dangers
Quand vos deux mains se sont poses
Mais tout mon corps vous disait oui
Ce jour d't, seuls Paris
(Paris)
(Paris)
Vous m'avez aime
Vous
ejected
Collected my thoughts, connected with members of medicine men
Who explained to me that DT's got the block locked seized
They wouldn't let us in
That’ll reflect the real when you feel that you're iller
Killers, coming in the form of DT's
In the streets now running with thieves
Shit is crazy
faja
Tengo la mano y lo' de'o' lleno' de alaja'
Llega'n la' teta' pa'l teteo
Se montan en pasola, DT, 115 sin pateo
Si tú 'tá a pie 'tá feo, manito
make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is
we're crime culprits put hot shit up in you like posters
left for the vultures, we DT's
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