First Day Back
Duecey Baby
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This lost soul of mine (Let's go Let's go) Cause trouble to hard to hide (And you know it) You focused on getting yours (And I see you) I'm bouncin' back gettin mine (My mind, in my mind) (Yeah, yeah) She dipped out ain't no surprise Can you define "holding it down" (No, no) I'm sending you on ya way, baby (Let's go) I got it on all lock-down (Stop playing with these niggas, man let's go) Cold First it hit, rise in ya toes Know I got the blow, no Sosa Know I ball, dominate the post Bitch got clingy, gotta get ghost That's a 300, no ghost (Sccrrr) Ion know how to act or feel (No way) I ain't tryna meet ya in the post (Let's go) If I take a shot it's steel High-Five Cant stand with my high-ass Been too busy being high-class When ya walk in, won't say "high" back (Nah) (Nah) Gotta bad bi and them thighs right Hair slayed, and that ass fat I swooped in at the right time After that I be right back On the highway to the trap house 8-3-5, that zip shit Hey, lately I just wanna sip shit Took too long just to build this, to let you come along And just f*ck it up Yeah, tell ya now and that's real shit Yeah, L-A-M-B-O DREAMS Just wanna peel shit Yeah, I bet it all just to deal with it (Yeahhhhh) Rather that than pop seals with it I'm fucked up, hard to feel shit Know I spent a couple thousand on it Wait till I put a mill in it I'm riding dirty, I'm still winnin' It ain't mine, I still spend it It ain't love, no feels in it More cash, more bills with it Do-si-dos come with (Gas) Backwoods stuffed crust lit (GAS) I ain't never wanna make the band (Nahh) Drop the beat, cant drop the stick Know a couple niggas from the Bronx Couple years I gotta hit the 6 Summertime I'm hittin' LA Meanwhile my mind on the fence Tryna see where you gone take the shit Best believe I'm down to take the shit On until a nigga paper thick After that I find my baby sis Split as kids I partly hate the shit This ain't random tryna' paint the picture No mo singing you can get ya issue Leave me lone, I'm dealing with some issues I'ma show ya "Jumpin' Out the Middle" Try ya best to traumatize my pride "I ain't gotta rap like this" Got and ride my own wave and style Niggas losing patience with the kid Why these niggas playing with the kid I can't sit and wait around for shit They gone say that "Satin on the kid" High get blown my attitude to shit No mo lights and cameras in this bitch Had to change some standards 'round this shit You ain't strong cant handle all this shit That cheese, confetti Started out on, lean, pro-medic Most of these hoes I seen pathetic
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