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Yea

Dunali

Villa

It's nitty gritty when I'm in the city

My bitch is pretty and brown dog

But its baddest the bitches out of town dog

We just line em up and lay it down dog

If its bout money then Im there dog

I been took a couple years off

I even fucked your bitch

And left a puddle there you silly fuck

Right where you cuddle up

You boys is soft your jig is up

You all bark with no bite

Stick to what you know like being a goof

With zero bitches, whats that like?

Cause I did this dog didn't get caught

I did it all guilty as charge

But without a charge

If you know the game

Can't hate the player

I just played it smart

Said that they learned they lessons

Still tote smiths and wessons

Bitch I'm from finch and weston

What the fuck you talkin bout and expecting

Saw it in Sauga, Scarborough, Brampton

Yeah they fire, but we got questions

Somebody call Drake and go ask him

Ain't no love for the motherfuckin West End?

Know I'm from where the banks under the mattress

Next to the ghost maker in the cabinet

Brown boy from Finch so whats happenin

When I'm fuckin bitches the only time I'm in Brampton

Bitch

Fuck round see what happens, shit get real

Round here shit happens

We from apartments ya'll from mansions

When yall say gang shit we start laughin

Ridin in a car you could say is borrowed

With a dirty piece and couple loose hollows

Or ran from police like no tomorrow

Just to jump a fence and delete the whole call log

Like fuck...

(I know you aint know)

Shit will make you lose sleep at night

Theres homicides, I mean suicides

And the worst part they on the same side

That put shit in a different light

I'm out here trying to live a different life

Out here trying to be a different guy

So i do songs cause it feels right

Do these songs like every night

Eversince its been do or die

Man my daddy died but I do alright

But I must've cried 300 nights

Back to back I was back on white

Wipe my tears and I was back outside

Some my bruddas still servin white

Some my bruddas still living trife

Call my dogs let me in on fraud

Up the packs n Up the cards

Like i need the dollars its for the cause

Anyone in the way, send em straight to God

Its all on sight got my dogs on call

They like 'lose the window or unlock the car'

They go again and again til it all gets solved

And again and again for whoever saw it

And again and again til all you gone

Cause if its fuck me then its fuck em all

I put marinara on that panamera

If you looking for pussy just look in the mirror

Bet that they learned they lessons

Still tote smiths and wessons

Bitch I'm from Finch and Weston

Fuck are you talkin bout Fuck you expecting?

You know Im not no ordinary guys

You could see the real in my motherfuckin eyes

Aint no love for the motherfuckin guys? (what)

Aint no love for the motherfuckin Tribe?

[ugh]

They cant do it like this

Dunali

Top Teir

Big Vill

[yea]

[Its Dunali Bitch]