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On Deck Circle
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West Coast Rap
On Deck Circle was released on March 2, 2018 by Alpha Pup as a part of the album Dubious
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AlbumDubious
Release DateMarch 2, 2018
LabelAlpha Pup
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hugh Augustine
Hugh Augustine
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deacon Blues
Deacon Blues
Producer

Lyrics

Put your hands up 
 like your under arrest 
 I won't shoot ya 
 I ain't got a badge on my chest 
 Twisting up a blunt 
 Cuz I come from the west 
 She coming on my dick 
 Cuz I fuck her the best 
 I'm on it late night 
 Thinking of a plot 
 Take the $ from the raps 
 Then I put it in the pot 
 flip it from the waist
 So I get it on the spot 
 Yeah I used to have a little 
 Now I'm thinking bout a yacht 
 Do I cop the whole boat 
 Let my crew get a few 
 Man my crew gotta eat 
 cuz my crew  got a crew
 Coming from the hills 
 I got the streets on lock 
 Rollin with my cuzin 
 Keep that heat on cock 
 Massimo ciabatta 
 Gotta bake that bread 
 Fuckin with my butter 
 Put a slice on your head 
 I ain't even really tryna talk no shit 
 But I feeling like the fuckin world ultimate 
 She be getting louder the deeper I get 
 Daddy long stroke when I makin a hit 
 Like badda bing badda boom badda bang 
 Feeling like ghost face when I let my chain swang 
 All about the peace I just wanna maintain 
 Get my family out of jail even if they in a gang 
 Baby looking good I'm tryna scratch that itch 
 Put in her belly till it makes her twitch 
 Online with the pine hope the net don't glitch 
 riding through your hood I know your set won't trip 
 Riding on the block 
 with my hand on my sack 
 You know I keep it on deck 
 Everybody want the cash 
 Lil homies tryna pass 
 But they ain't thinking pay checks 
 You could blow up if you wanna
 You could blow if you'd like
 life is all about the karma 
 Do you want the $ or is you out tryna get some stripes 
 We the type of hustlers getting $ every night 
 Walk up in the party turn it to a bar fight 
 You don't wanna battle with me nga please 
 Your rap style comparable to sardines 
 Wouldn't fuck with it if I was starving and had nothing to eat 
 You couldn't wit it if you raw dog in some pussy begging you please 
 This that west coast really getting chilly When the pistol packing 
 Know to get it cracking 
 While we dressing in the latest fashion 
 Put your hands up 
 like your under arrest 
 I won't shoot ya 
 I ain't got a badge on my chest 
 Twisting up a blunt 
 Cuz I come from the west 
 She coming on my dick 
 Cuz I fuck her the best 
 I'm on it late night 
 Thinking of a plot 
 Take the $ from the raps 
 Then I put it in the pot 
 flip it from the waist
 So I get it on the spot 
 Yeah I used to have a little 
 Now I'm thinking bout a yacht 
 Do I cop the whole boat 
 Let my crew get a few 
 Man my crew gotta eat 
 cuz my crew got a crew
Written by: Hugh Augustine
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