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Lil Durk - Before Fajr
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Lyrics
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Luis J. Diaz
Luis J. Diaz
Composer
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Composer
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Smatt
Smatt
Producer
Desro
Desro
Producer
Looisey
Looisey
Producer

Lyrics

Every day I can watch lil' bro bring out the red tape Headaches, I know you seen't that clip Looked like his head fake Every day lil' bro chase all the opps before the Fajr prayer His ass skate all around them cars, it look like hockey players Every day, green Bottega boots, look like I'm Raphael Told the booster, "Get all the clothes they got They gon' shut Barneys down" Lil Threat just had somethin' around his neck Look like it knock armies down Hit a bitch, fucked up everybody relationships, she a barbie now Chief Wuk, he a real witness, he seen me knock niggas' mamas down Opps FaceTime showin' they lil' watch Nigga, put that Cartier down Even when it rain, put it in wet mode to bring that 'Rari out Who your top killer? I'll check his temp— man What's your body count? I ain't gon' even stunt These niggas would rather die instead of livin' I ain't gon' even stunt These niggas would rather die instead of killin' I ain't gon' even cap, you know I'd rather die than be a witness I ain't gon' even cap, the niggas who rap 'bout Keep niggas out my business They on go mode, I can't let them niggas trick me out a promo Your lil' thirsty ass wanna take a picture, show hoes our photo You ain't gon' die in the trenches at all, lil' bro I'ma send you a boatload Before the Calvin Klein, I had a four-five tucked in Polos I couldn't believe it how it left him leakin', ripped his torso Overslept, I had a warrant right before the court closed I'm so paranoid, I get to blowin' before the door close Can't have a bitch to come to me, you know that shit a no-no I know they really hate me now because I'm more-more famous He can't even make it out the city, he ain't make no more bangers Whenever Deeski beat his murder, he gon' be more-more dangerous How these killers get on 'net you would think it's no more gangsters I just took two Adderall, I don't want the G6 Boonie used to sell the dog, he know how to remix And he want the Fentanyl, the real Percs ain't even hittin' I just told the bitch to drink the semen, she keep spittin' He'll still be dead right now, but we ain't get him He'll still be alive right now, but he ain't get it I just seen him open pints back to back, he ain't mixin' I just seen him hold his breath and chase you down for eight minutes
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Vincent Desrosiers, Durk D Banks, Luis J. Diaz, Matthew-kyle Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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