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Death & Luxury
by SGE Kash
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Straight up out the trenches came out it lit
Bae like you know how it get
I probably dirty a stick
That's just what it is
I let em live in my head
I put my crooks in a castle a whole nother level
I probably jack me a bezel
I wouldn't know what to tell you
But grab you a celly and make something happen
Death and the luxury all in my company ain't trusting no one this chopper got double d's
Lon told me stay on they neck till it's stuck with me
Upping my status don't matter it's up with me
Letter to the opps I bang at the good the bad the ugly
She playing with her twat
She gone be mad she find out she sucking me
Summertime bring out the tats because it feel good
Oodles noodles added the lamb because I'm still hood
Brodie running round with a pack gave it a good shove
Frontline repping the land
I feel like T suggs
I got the hoes dizzy step in the spot got the bros with me
Still be stepping with the glizzy she gone suck me till I'm finished if they print it ima get it talk to me about a digit
Rockstar lifestyle ain't gone stop
No we can't cool it you could be a opp
With them sneaky shooters better watch ya block
Drugs got me loopy thinking bout them shots
Young and from the ghetto catch me at the top
I ain't have a scale but I had a eye
Killers on my trail ima shooting star
Crusing with the choppers it might be that night
Good gas all I want is smoke
Dancing with the devil yeah I might be coming over
I just might die serving
Ain't paying hitters I'm buying murder
(Skrrt)
We slime em bright and early
I ain't pulling over I'm riding dirty
Don't try to act brand new she gave me that ass before the surgery
(No cap)
I'm on my bully I whip out the metal the scale just for client purpose
Straight up out the trenches came out it lit
Bae like you know how it get
I probably dirty a stick
That's just what it is
I let em live in my head
I put my crooks in a castle a whole nother level
I probably jack me a bezel
I wouldn't know what to tell you
But grab you a celly and make something happen
Death and the luxury all in my company ain't trusting no one this chopper got double d's
Lon told me stay on they neck till it's stuck with me
Upping my status don't matter it's up with me
Letter to the opps I bang at the good the bad the ugly
She playing with her twat
She gone be mad she find out she sucking me
Straight up out the trenches came out it lit
Bae like you know how it get
I probably dirty a stick
That's just what it is
I let em live in my head
I put my crooks in a castle a whole nother level
I probably jack me a bezel
I wouldn't know what to tell you
But grab you a celly and make something happen
Death and the luxury all in my company ain't trusting no one this chopper got double d's
Lon told me stay on they neck till it's stuck with me
Upping my status don't matter it's up with me
Letter to the opps I bang at the good the bad the ugly
She playing with her twat
She gone be mad she find out she sucking me
Summertime bring out the tats because it feel good
Oodles noodles added the lamb because I'm still hood
Brodie running round with a pack gave it a good shove
Frontline repping the land
I feel like T suggs
I got the hoes dizzy step in the spot got the bros with me
Still be stepping with the glizzy she gone suck me till I'm finished if they print it ima get it talk to me about a digit
Rockstar lifestyle ain't gone stop
No we can't cool it you could be a opp
With them sneaky shooters better watch ya block
Drugs got me loopy thinking bout them shots
Young and from the ghetto catch me at the top
I ain't have a scale but I had a eye
Killers on my trail ima shooting star
Crusing with the choppers it might be that night
Good gas all I want is smoke
Dancing with the devil yeah I might be coming over
I just might die serving
Ain't paying hitters I'm buying murder
(Skrrt)
We slime em bright and early
I ain't pulling over I'm riding dirty
Don't try to act brand new she gave me that ass before the surgery
(No cap)
I'm on my bully I whip out the metal the scale just for client purpose
Straight up out the trenches came out it lit
Bae like you know how it get
I probably dirty a stick
That's just what it is
I let em live in my head
I put my crooks in a castle a whole nother level
I probably jack me a bezel
I wouldn't know what to tell you
But grab you a celly and make something happen
Death and the luxury all in my company ain't trusting no one this chopper got double d's
Lon told me stay on they neck till it's stuck with me
Upping my status don't matter it's up with me
Letter to the opps I bang at the good the bad the ugly
She playing with her twat
She gone be mad she find out she sucking me
