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Deon Hardy
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Lyrics
Took Gambles with that road almost fell in love
Made some blue faces that will still show me love
Fuck you **** They not really who I thought y'all was
Drop it off gps right back on blood
This is not rush hour so add it up
I was down on my last but never giving up
Back to back in this bitch off a Re-up
Just sold all my work Now that lease up
I Den sold all my dope I need A Reup
My team savage why them **** trying to be us
Guns clapping if them **** tryna slide up
If it's after stamp Gang Gone slide up
You ain't gang You ain't hanging on chestnut
Got that drank and we smoking On the best bud
We been hanging with our demons like we best buds
Popping pills staying out till the suns up.
Two 8ths of that Dawg now we linked up
No time for a bitch that can't keep up
Had to drop in that pot for a New Tux
The wood keep punching Like Who Tuff
At the California inn I told her link up
Can't vibe to my shit We not synced up
I'll never waste my time On no pink Runts
Do the whole damn dash watch It speed up
High zone This is my zone No fly zone
Got the cream so I'm out all Night long
Got the Glock on With a beam like a cyclone
We all strapped up with a 30 or a Drum on
Make em fight for it If he want it He gone die
For it
Make em ride for us If he with us he gone
Slide for us
Pushing lines for us You know stamp gang Apply force
Got the big homies and the o.g's to vouch For us
Got sick but it was only from Them leeches
Did the whole extra mile on my Brothers feature
Still fucking on my side I want my teacher
Stack the whole damn bag but no bleachers
Galick Gun off this perk Go Vegeta
Still work minimum wage little Caesars
Took my own damn life Watched it heat up
Just a hood ass **** beat the Beat up.
Standing tall in the Muthafuckin Game ****
You wanna hang out Running by the main ****
This ain't no game wrong move
And you dead ****
I know some killers that won't Snooze until you dead ****
I got some missile Decapitate Yo legs ****
Loose yo head fucking around With all them feds ****
These **** shooting for Nothing Missing everythang
Ain't got time to be beefing with Some scary ****
Ohhh you think this shit All for the passion
Till we F-zero smashing
Shit
Life so testy **** born with the Sauce
Can he be more Zesty
Written by: Deon Hardy
