Dead
Drew Davis
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We pumpin' out gas People need change, the tank filled up I don't need chains to hold me down I want plaques let that build up, like no toothbrush People look at ya'll and think "knee slap" We break kneecaps, we see cap Dutches flyin' like sea captain, weeds wrapped Won't partake, I pump fakes You pump brakes, react dumb late The front ends, it made niggas cringe My conditions mint, though it's meant to see an early end That's just shit racists folks won't admit 'til a nigga lynched I am a Gorrilla in the Mist, like Ice Cube, but melt ice sheets Globe trot with a flamethrower, draggin' heat I'm the shepherd of the black sheep, on the lam with Lamborghini speed Good God, I served product in front of police They stared me down, but ain't stop for me (No, no, no, no) Smiled like Eazy, R.I.P Back seat rappers dead, wrapped in sheets Still no wrap sheet, boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat Bro off the block like track cleats Track meet, bitch lap me up I'm a mathlete runnin' numbers up These niggas mad weak like a bad week, they last week H.N.I.C like H.B.C.U dean Rap niggas in general, no ranking Get these rings, better stack yo team Gon' make these hits like drugs and fiends Boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat I ain't finna mince words, militant Go on tour & serve, I got waves you surf I don't get sentimental, with my dogs f*ck a kennel (With my doggs) Otp, call center (Otp) She want sax like tenor (She want sex!) Directing Jaws, call me Spielberg They sayin' damn like Duckworth, you ain't worth a damn So duck, I'm huntin' first runner up (God damn it) Schoolin' like Hoover, I'm Rugters with Rugers Anointed as knights, dark turn to light Changin' the mood, you lounge like hookahs Who could've thought about shit that I dreamed up Boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat Boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat Ou Schoolin' like Groovy, I Q She a dirty devil vacuum goin' down south, no bayou Team better when it lack you and no we don't run it by you (No we don't run it that way) You out of bounds n' smell afoul My girl bad, the money mold her like X-Files (Yeah?) Creatin' XXX files, "Sad!" it's R.I.P XXX now (X-X-X-X) Temptations rough n' ain't shit sweet, that's the next isle Shits creek where these niggas drown Shallow as a queen with a fake crown Ways of hypocrites, I ain't hip to it Hip to pot, I moved tons of pounds Schoolin' like Hoover, I'm Rugters with Rugers Anointed as knights, dark turn to light Changin' the mood, you lounge like hookahs Who could've thought about shit that I dreamed up Boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat Boy got bands on the back streets Have no doubt like Blackstreet, wouldn't be here if we lacked heat (Boy got bands...back streets) (Be here if we lacked heat, nigga)
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
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