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Deshawn Harris
Deshawn Harris
Stimme und Gesang
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Deshawn Harris
Deshawn Harris
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Deshawn Harris
Deshawn Harris
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Don't ask me what I bang, it's tatted, you know what I'm is
She said, we can take it slow, I said, no baby, you my bitch
These **** be capped, they might as well work nine to five at lids
I was on her, she looking at lil' bro, I threw the assist
You still ain't got back for your lil' partner, but you made a diss
Fuckin' on the opp hoe just to get close, baby, where they live
This shit for real, fuck yo' bitch good, make her give up yo' blicc
I ain't too much with the linking and bumping, I like to lay on shit
Them long nights I was hungry, I prayed for this
I ain't gon' lie, my mama died, that shit had made me sick
I smoke a wood, it ease the pain, make me feel a little better
Just to get you back, I swear to God, I'll do whatever
****, diss then, he get hit, cocc bacc four-five and stretch him
I'm tryna see what she see in me, this lil' bitch so precious
She said, I'm so handsome, we bounce through they block
We got the lo like a couple of prancers
Leave his ass like Rudolph with a red nose
Just for dissin' Sammy, they say blood thiccer than water
But you can't even trust yo' family, everything I went through
For a reason, ain't shit that I can't handle
7-6-2 chop with fully peaced, it'll, leave you dismantled
Remember days gettin' boxes, we was anxious, listenin' to the scanner
Kill you, you runnin' off with that pape, that's why I can't be no scammer
Got a couple of loose screws, think you gon' drill on me, I keep my hammer
Thought he was finna open, baccdoor on me, peeped the movie, slammed it
Got my mask on, me on all times, don't give a fuck bout no cameras
I jumped out on feet, I ain't have to cocc the, heat just got to slam it
Threw away my SGM-33, cause it got to cramming
I do this shit for me, when I was on my ass, ain't had no family
I counted on you, I'm like, how the fuck did you fail me
I was broke all through high school, but I had to go sell weed
I was goin' through a phase where every day I sipped on lean
Bitches stay talkin' bout tricky, I told her come trick on me
She said I'm cocky as shit, cause I said her man ain't got shit on me
Laws pulled me over, thought they got me, told him I ain't got shit on me
Told her I wasn't shit, but you know for some people they just gotta see
She said, why every time you text me, everything got double C's
I wake up to questions on my phone, like, is you in love with me
No, baby, I'm in love with weed, and I'm left with my money
You try to get in the way of that, then you gon' D.I.E
You treatin' them a little different, I peeped it, yeah, it's me, I see
We smokin' on Cali weed, real rappers, I ain't got no seeds
All these hoes be on my dick back in the day, they passed on me
I gave you my last, knowing damn well , you wouldn't give your last to me
I don't need nobody but myself, I'm gon' make it far, you gon' see
Don't ask me what I bang, it's tatted, you know what I'm is
These **** be cap, they might as well work 9 - 5 at lids
She said, we can take it slow, I said, no, baby, you my bitch
I was on her, she lookin' at lil' bro, I threw the assit
Written by: Deshawn Harris
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