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Dcdeon
Dcdeon
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Go hard, never not workin' Fuck on me, baby, buy, you a Birkin
Fuck the opps cause they always lurkin'
Don't lack on me when you can catch me in person
Lifestyle wicked, thank God I'm blessed
Top notch I can never do less
Line shit up like a game of chess
Then I treat the game just like a test, yeah
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Uh, no finessin', did it on purpose
Thumb through cash, never not workin
Can't be me, your pockets is hurtin'
Put money on his head like a turban, yeah
Uh, no finessin', still run up a check I'm just a vibe, so no, I don't text
After i hit, it's on to the next
Flexin with cash, broke **** upset
Draymond green, get hit with a teck Shoot like KD, sign me to the nets
No ski mask, just hoodie and hat
Still spin the block like a home run
Don't, don't need your fire, got my own gun
Catchin plays and vacuum bags
He sent the money for the tag
In any city touchin' cash
Never been the type to brag
That's street like curse
But ima shoot first for the love of the money
I'ma put you in a hearse
Demon time when I walk through the door
She know how I like it with her palms on the floor
Say she celibate, but every time I'ma score
She the one at the door, gotta beggin' for some more
Demon time when I walk through the door
She know how I like it with her palms on the floor
Say she celibate, but every time I'ma score
She the one at the door, gotta beggin' for some more
Go hard, never not workin' Fuck on me, baby, buy, you a Birkin
Fuck the opps cause they always lurkin'
Don't lack on me when you can catch me in person
Lifestyle wicked, thank God I'm blessed
Top notch I can never do less
Line shit up like a game of chess
Then I treat the game just like a test, yeah
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Uh, no finessin', did it on purpose
Thumb through cash, never not workin
Can't be me, your pockets is hurtin'
Put money on his head like a turban, yeah
I use to sell crack at the store but now i spend racks at the store
My vision get blurry with all this Amiri
I'm rockin' that Christian Dior I put on that Gucci and kiss on my bitches
She feel like she Keshia Dior And this for them **** be dissin
All of you **** and bitches I heard they got Robin with Mensa
Some **** died, I won't mention The rest just hide in my mansion
And don't even pay him attention Cause I really come from the bottom
I do shit they can't believe Named another ****, made a hundred out of
Mama's house and made saycheese
Go hard, never not workin' Fuck on me, baby, buy, you a Birkin
Fuck the opps cause they always lurkin'
Don't lack on me when you can catch me in person
Lifestyle wicked, thank God I'm blessed
Top notch I can never do less
Line shit up like a game of chess
Then I treat the game just like a test, yeah
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Go hard, never not workin' Go hard, never not workin
Uh, no finessin', did it on purpose
Thumb through cash, never not workin
Can't be me, your pockets is hurtin'
Put money on his head like a turban, yeah
Written by: Dc Deon P
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