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LilDee1st
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LilDee1st
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Say what nigga? They say they smoke, load up, hop out And push 'em out Wack, wack They say they smoke, load up, hop out Too much traffic in that spot We switched it up, that shit got hot Look, there its mista get a hundred bags in and push 'em out If she walk inside this spot, I ain't tryna fuck, she get kicked out She gotta go Lil D be the one to spark the smoke, know that for sure I walk in the booth with twenty thousand, this shit on the floor Dripped in Mirin from the shirt up all the way down to my toe All this fuck boy drop the post and said my name on live he bold If he buck, gon cross his face with ten mil, this bitch break her nose I'm getting paid to drop a tape, shit crazy, used to breaking those Told lil' bro don't post another gun, that shit right there getting old Used to fuck with Burn but now it's fuck that boy, that nigga told Damn, he bit that cheese Ain't gon' lie, I'm fuckin' with the route Got bad shit on her knees Tryna leave, she beggin' please Say, "Lil DJ, what you need?" If I pop out in that trap, the bros in back, they throwin' B's I done downed and blew through my advance on M5 23s Broke-ass boy, he need a helpin' hand, don't even think he in Year ago, I ain't give no fucks, I still gon' slide the tank on E Walk inside the club, all bad shit get to lookin'—yes, it's me Like yes it's D, if it's smoke, don't message me Talkin' 'bout we can't come through there, but your street sweet like sesame Semi up, stay right next to me Drank man getting the best of me If they hit the lights on hog and twin, no, ain't no catching me They say they smoke, load up, hop out Too much traffic in that spot, we switched it up, that shit got hot Look, there its mista get a hundred bags in and push 'em out If she walk inside this spot, ain't tryna fuck, she get kicked out She gotta go Lil D be the one to spark the smoke, know that for sure I walk in the booth with twenty thousand, this shit on the floor Dripped in Mirin from the shirt up all the way down to my toe All this fuck boy drop the post and said my name on live he bold If he buck, gon cross his face with ten mil, this bitch break her nose
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