Lirik

Tha Realest DG s- (yup) DG s-! (Yup) Ayy I dropped ten (uh?), then dropped 20 (okay) .80 in my pocket, b-, I'm gettin' real money (okay) A 'bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (woo) But they know they can't call 'less they coppin' pills from me I'm an Exit 9 (what?), Joy Road Scud bum Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone) And this the deep end, it ain't no showin' love, bum (uh-uh) And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (come here) What you know about indictments? (What?) .80 just to have the lawyer on the case fightin' (ayy, ayy) Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (woo) Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, righteous (skrrt-skrrt) Hutch, let me get another pair (okay) Hood n- all Versace'd down, blow it on a square (okay) Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (okay) Half a million what I wear, I ain't trippin' if you lil' h- stare Stingray, I'm chillin' on the hood in the hood (skrrt) Bad b- with me strapped up, Maya Good (come here) You ain't never seen a double-G n-, take a look (woo) Big pistol on my lap while I'm puffin' on a 'Wood (brr, brr) Hit the mall and lose my motherf- mind (gas) Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (woo, woo) A rich n- livin', I ain't talkin' 'bout snitchin' (eat) When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (eat) You know I'm eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (ah) Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (we good) You buyin' paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (boom) I f- with thoroughbreds, you runnin' with bum n- (he what?) Should I go on? Two chains, soon to put some more on (okay) If I f- your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (okay) Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (okay) I go so hard, you n- continue to go home (home) Grind all winter (ah), summertime too (ah) Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (no cap) Dearborn Heights, I'm out here f- with a Jew (no cap) Big blocks on, it's a band for a shoe (no cap) They hatin' when I know these lil' n- wanna be me (b-) Get your b- lewd for them, bands like Mimi (b-) LV shirt and my belt say GG (b-) Throw a dub at you in the club, n-, 3D (woo) Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (ayy) Cut your b- off when I'm done like a TV (ayy) Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (ayy) If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (ayy) Whole foot in cam' when them Lam' doors push up F- a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up Them P's on deck, yeah, b-, I got the hook-up You hear me? (B-)
Writer(s): Terry Wallace, Ronald Iii Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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