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Getcuddy
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Delquan Marcel Weeks
Delquan Marcel Weeks
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Lyrics

Ooh, Steve-O did this one
Steve-O got the Midas touch
All my **** real, We the real ones
We dont like to talk, We just pill something
My **** stay in yo lane (Don't veer)
Man what you think?
I would bust ya damn brain (That's word)
King shit!
I'm a fuckin' savage
You ain't fuckin' with no L-****, no average
Told her, give me a soul, I'm a soul snatcher
I be pimpin' on these hoes like my grandpappy
Say what I mean, mean what I say
Actions speak, motherfucker, what you won't say
I ain't Jay-Z, I don't need Beyonce
But if a bitch get a ring, she Fiancé
Gangsta party, yes, I wan play
From the streets to the beats, call me Two-Face
But I'm busy with two bitches, gettin' two faces
If I'm beefin' with two ****, then that's two cases
Hit him and his whole click, I don't leave traces
Only EBK, bitch, I don't care about races
Yeah, I'm really with your bitch, givin' her a facelift
When I told her you a ho, she ain't even say shit
Yeah, I used to bang Blood fuckin' on the Grape bitch
Crip bitch, named Sabrina, couldn't even take dick
**** said they used to see her ridin' in my spaceship
But I ain't savin' on no hoes, never on no cape shit
Attitude on, Naughty, man, you know the Nature
Just like a old song, I'll Anita Bake ya
So just watch how I go down
Lookin' at the clock, it's a showdown
From the top, you get mode' down
Off the top, it's a song now
I don't really care about who winnin'
And I don't even care about opinions
Just know that I be hittin'
Free my **** Gee Wee in the prison
BTS shit is what I'm spittin'
BG told me don't stop, keep goin'
We see them snakes in the grass, keep mowing
Huh, **** try to take my life, I'll blow him
Word, when I think about my life, I'm scorned
Huh, if I really hit your wife, I'll Know her
For sure, I ain't pressured by no goddamn slore
Key in the Paint like Tony Romo
Promise you I keep this shit on go-mo
You'll never do a song with me on promo
Pop five with my **** from the iLL
Huh, ain't no hangin' in the streets, this shit real
Huh, these **** bangin' on the beach, they get killed
Huh, if you don't bang, you a beast, you for real
What you say
None of you **** worry me
But on these beats, **** fearin' me
That's why I heard
I see them tryna stay clear of me, and I don't need security
SDMg
My **** ridin' like some hubcaps
**** show me where them drugs at
You ain't fuckin' with no young boss
**** know that I'm a Slum Dogg
Yeah, I get it from the sSums
Yeah, I get it from the mud
The ghosts, tell me get them, then I got them
For real
I'ma hit them with no problem
Huh, and that's word
All my **** real, We the real ones
We dont like to talk, We just pill something
My **** stay in yo lane (Don't veer)
Man what you think?
I would bust ya damn brain (That's word)
King shit!
I'm a fuckin' savage
You ain't fuckin' with no L-****, no average
Told her, give me a soul, I'm a soul snatcher
I be pimpin' on these hoes like my grandpappy
Say what I mean, mean what I say
Actions speak, motherfucker, what you won't say
I ain't Jay-Z, I don't need Beyonce
But if a bitch get a ring, she Fiancé
Huh
Written by: Delquan Marcel Weeks
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