Villa - 300 Lyrics

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 f*cked your bitch
And left a puddle there you silly f*ck
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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin 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 f*ckin bitches the only time I'm in Brampton
Bitch
F*ck 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 f*ck...
(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 f*ck me then its f*ck 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
F*ck are you talkin bout F*ck you expecting?
You know Im not no ordinary guys
You could see the real in my motherf*ckin eyes
Aint no love for the motherf*ckin guys? (what)
Aint no love for the motherf*ckin Tribe?
[ugh]
They cant do it like this
Dunali
Top Teir
Big Vill
[yea]
[Its Dunali Bitch]