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  • Текст песни The Dwellas - Leakage

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    [CHORUS: Dwellas]
    Dwellas rep real hip-hop music
    This time you won't refuse it
    In the clubs wild out and lose it
    UG and Phan about to bring you the new shit
    Right now
    Dwellas rep real hip-hop music
    This time you won't refuse it
    In the clubs wild out and lose it
    Stop frontin on Phan and U.G.
    Right now

    [Phantasm]
    Straight out the gate, never hesitate
    Blast off trey-eight
    Leave you in a coma state
    Only I control my fate
    Me and son can only wait
    Kick back, meditate
    Buy the album, don't debate
    Hope my people can relate
    Switch flows on every 8th
    Dick hoes in every state
    Deejays need our songs in crates
    Finally my ones is great
    Too late for who's great
    Need food on my plate
    Y'all ate, so why hate?
    Never try to violate

    [ U.G. ]
    Gon' punish, paralyze your posture
    Pop ya, you're no longer popular
    [??????????????] binacular
    Topple ya like C4, steez is raw
    Genetically ill, appeal to the retina
    The Winchester makes it hard for the brain to register
    Life signs ???? blow your mind, you're crazy
    Facin me, I stomp like Doug Lazy
    I hold a 80 from here to Haitii, ladies praise me

    [Phantasm]
    Every day we pray and thank God that he got us in
    Sorry that we gotta sin
    Motto is: we gotta win
    Dwellas, yeah, we hot again
    Make a whole lotta ends
    Cash big checks and sex, a whole lotta skins
    And you can come too, boo, hope you got a friend
    It's room 110 at the Ramada Inn
    We real players who ain't gotta spend
    Just bring a lotta gin
    Hope y'all crab niggas still followin

    [U.G.]
    Now what you think this is, ain't nothin innocent here
    Focus, attack and chop drums like Premier
    Wave the gun in the air, you runnin in fear
    Punish who dare stare, you don't wanna go there
    Trust me, flow's rusty, fuckin yo hussy
    She wanna touch me, told her I was cousins with Puffy
    Gased her, hold up, blast her with two hands, you're losin your fans
    You fuck around and get two in a glance
    What

    [CHORUS]

    [Phantasm]
    Aiyo, 4 years passed and we still got the hot shit
    Every time I spit it's liquid toxic
    Every show rock shit, love to get my cock licked
    Now every interview I do, gon' pop shit
    Can't get to the glock, then you get oxed quick
    Run off at the mouth, wind up in a box, kid
    Rap criminal, you can still get your lock split
    Dwellas soon come, switch labels like the Lox did

    [U.G.]
    Blasting, blast the fifth, facelift niggas
    Headcase, sprayin the mace all in your kisser
    It's takin place, I'm holdin a 8th takin a picture
    I'm on a date, 8th day straight fuckin your sister
    You paperweight, bring her this way, son, I'ma diss her
    You know the flav, raidin airwaves and transistors
    With no delay I hold you at bay, the brain twister
    My nigga Ted aimin the lead, boot up, nigga

    [CHORUS]

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