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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]