Lyrics:
are open but you can't see(na)
[Verse 1: D.C.]
Look at it go. Time like a bird in the sky
Burning the high but it hurt up inside
Talking of a day
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
Dior Denim flow
Young fly DC hero
I’m at the top left the bottom barrel
In the future I just wanna be a monster
Stop sugar coating Moncler
I work on my
No friends no fears
I'm talking real queers
Bomb the Senate, this shit 83
Fuck Washington DC
I ain't gone flee spree
Sprint or jump nah uh
Bitch this
I keep my wisdom shining like a trilliant cut
Pass the midnight cuz i'm talking righteous in these times of fear and crisis
And they say look
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
about it makes me lose it
So as I eat you I'm there. My body burst into flames
Too enamored to care if you good for me
Your body laying in my bed look too
knowing I'm falling for her tricks
(Huh)
I'm getting played, got my name all up in the mix
(In that)
Fake love letters she's been sending through the text
aint shit but tricks and treats
I'm Freddi Krueger that crank Future, bangin beats by Lex Luger
Lord knows, hallelujah you Superman I'm Lex Luthor
Jargon
the pussy like a janky friend who broke somethin', fuck it up and leave it
She wanna be 31, gotta stamp it up in ink
She like forty-two, I'm just like you
[Intro]
Yea.
Hmm hmmm
Da da da da.
Mind eraser.
Mind eraser.
Mind eraser.
[Verse1: D.C.]
Thinking too much to improve in.
Who is king Louis? Too
to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
bore man's head
In love with passa, get mixed up like pasta
Said it before, get turned to casper
I'm in DC, bitch, not Atlanta
If I'm there then get
the pussy like a janky friend who broke somethin', fuck it up and leave it
She wanna be 31, gotta stamp it up in ink
She like forty-two, I'm just like you
and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars why'all
I'm from
tell you I'll be back as soon as I can
Now I'm in your bedroom, watching you sleep
I'm about to make these dreams
Last forever
Next time I say trick
an old dog new tricks
Come on!
Well, I've been in the battles
Taken my licks had lots of parties
Had all the kicks i'm not often well
But I ain't never
yeah
So if I'm pimpin, then who's my hoeys
In D.C. livin in a big white house bro
Changes his name every four years
Mr. Carter caught me slippin, but
your capping (Fior with that thing)
Eba nu punchlines
Me I get them mind tricks in my rapping (Of coarse)
Just three years in the game
I be feeling like
DC, everyone's a builder
Bob in fact, we all got drillers
But not everyone's a killer
Fakin for Twitter, he a camgirl
How he dance for Triller
Getting
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
can't be friends
(Deborah, you know I can't go on being just your friend, yeah)
We can't be friends
Cuz I'm still in love with you
[Deborah]
I went by
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