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DeeMula "Str8 On Ha" Official Video
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isiah Rashaad Carter
Isiah Rashaad Carter
Songwriter
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayoza
Ayoza
Producer

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Bitch fuck you You fucked some bitch two days ago right? While I was at the movies you go fuck some bitch, right? You fucked some bitch right? You fucked some bitch right? Right? Shut the fuck up! Pussy ass nigga Can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right Cut the ho off like some lights (drop that bitch) Can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right Cut the ho off like some lights (drop that bitch) Can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right Cut the ho off like some lights (yeah) Play this record as frequently as possible If you got some for sale then you selling your money Young nigga your pockets look funny Can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right Cut the ho off like some lights Tell her go dat way, put that ho out on the E-way That bitch was cheaper than eBay I'm ballin' hard like it's 2K Cut that boy off, he act too gay I made a few plays in the Stingray I'm in the trap with it Nigga play, he get slapped with it And I'm on the block with the gang And we throwing up the same thang Catch an opp, bust his brain Damn I'm blowing gas, this shit got me zooted Better get your lil bitch, she too groupie And I like all them tats on her booty Damn, I got her, I fucked her, I tossed her, with my brother I hit the club make it thunderstorm I'm smoking shit smell like underarms I'm riding with two Glocks This bitch hold a thirty but I hit him with two shots And it was on purpose Niggas get to sliding on him like he let back the curtains I be strictly on some gang shit I don't fuck with them niggas, they be on some old lame shit They be talking like some bitches, acting like some real hoes I be wanting to walk up on 'emm on some Cain shit Where he at, who got him Kidnapped him, bitch-slapped him I do a show with a throwaway But my niggas outside with them dracos I do a show with a throwaway But my niggas outside with them dracos I do a show with a throwaway But my niggas outside with them dracos I do a show with a throwaway But my niggas outside with them dracos That bitch was easy as a free throw I mix the Act with the Sprite Pop me a Perc, got me fucking all night See I be flying like a kite, like a plumber lay pipe Beat it up like Mike Ain't got no time for these bitches I'm chasing hundreds and fifties, plus a nigga palm itching Boy I'm the shit like some chitlins If I hit your block ain't no witness, kill everything in my vision You know I keep sticks And I be so quick to send me a hit or some' My lil niggas TM and they rock with the gang You can catch 'em high speed in some' We playing chess, you playing checkers Don't make the wrong move, get put on a stretcher Don't step on my shoes, these bloody Giuseppes OTM that's the movement, you play, you get dealt with Damn son, where'd you find this?
Writer(s): Isiah Rashaad Carter, Ladarius Odum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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