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Devil Eyes (feat. Mozzy & E-40)
Dave East
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I got this shit from the trap, few baggies, my pen, and my pad I done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em, We sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em, He had to slip through the back They took everything he had off his body, He thought he was lit 'cause he rap Gotta hustle, go get off your back He broke, go get him a pack I just blew 10 up in Saks **** cops, they kill if you black You might get a deal if you nice Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the feelin' you feel When you feel on a flight Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike (This is our life) This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Take a risk to count this cash in every way If you lucky, b***h, then you just might get saved Only thing my bucket list is I get paid **** the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille Can't explain this shit I see Switchin' lanes in a new V I just slain on that record, I done made it out the streets Got a life in this industry, So for free, me and Dave East My name look like water, 200 sittin' on a plain tee Rich my persona, I bought your b***h a new Wrangler Jeep Keep that stick on me, 'Cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps Back to back Royces, me and me We the champs that they envy I'm a cold P-I-M-P I got hoes in the Benz Jeep I smoke Oprah Winfrey While my bro pumpin' *NSYNC The gas the color purple, sellin' white-boy like Nowitzki The cars is foreign like Ginobili, Shots burn your chest like whiskey This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Take a risk to count this cash in every way If you lucky, b***h, then you just might get saved Only thing my bucket list is I get paid **** the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Popular b***h, I'm not tryna start, This is not the beginning These b*****s is broke, I forgot to forget it Stay in my tote, b***h, I'm tropical livin' I try not to pay no attention, They probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished **** it, as long as they pay me with interest Bonkers, now I jump out Ranges that's tinted Smile at them b*****s, they hate when you grinnin' I got a Patek that I put on everyday I just watched you eat that b***h, how you not gay? I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim **** this crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game Please make your choices Yes, I'm goin' bonkers, you **** with me Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see Ain't no rap cappin', This lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Take a risk to count this cash in every way If you lucky, b***h, then you just might get saved Only thing my bucket list is I get paid **** the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith
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