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David Dallas
David Dallas
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Dallas
David Dallas
Composer
Buckshot
Buckshot
Composer
A. Iusitini
A. Iusitini
Composer
J. Iusitini
J. Iusitini
Composer
K.blake
K.blake
Composer

Lyrics

Got enough to go around what goes up ain't coming down Baby I'm running it light it up, light it up, Puff that shit, if your girl playing don't f*ck that b*tch there's forks in the road, but hands on the wheel wont let it go, Show you how, what goes up Ain't coming down, coming down. Swear I don't' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little man Always got something to prove nothing to lose Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I'm really not f*cking with you If Ain't got no ambition bro then im cuttin you loose, it's like Chris Brown chuckin the duece... when the saw YE. on a suit tell your girl come f*ck with the dude NZ finest, king David bitch, NZ highness im in harlem now... still I'm giving New York NZ-itis. that ill that sick that killer dog, make em all notice the D like im .your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it's ray allen for three I can hit it dog spittin on it anyone who think otherwise why these other dudes stay writing lullabies Can't sleep on my shit keep you up at night, I can't cut the lights, would you love a bite Got enough to go around what goes up ain't coming down Baby I'm running it light it up, light it up, Puff that shit, if your girl playing don't f*ck that b*tch theres forks in the road, but hands on the wheel wont let it go, Show you how, what goes up Ain't coming down, coming down. They say I got the atmosphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder But I got this from a ... so f*ck that I ain't paying no of mine extend your arm to shake, i'll extend my eye for a clothes line I ain't got no time, music is the slow grind cosigns don't mean shit when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I don't dine, you ain't busy livin bro maybe you should go die sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all .to have your problems . so stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, im tryin to find a place to rest my head on the tall. I do this for all us,... in class scared to to try but dont wanna come last. Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talk yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland, na it ain't champagne bottes uncorkin', I'm still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen Still doing half things, People just talking, runnin in the shoes, mother f*ckers keep walking The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and tribulations my patience, prove... we are an oasis face it melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when, I don't gotta see no violence, read no violence Got... no island when I say I stay high in the trees Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze, see OP see OG's and hope we OD for dope and more cheese, rats in ...they call traps perhaps they all black and back they own fact but, fall back dont fall off, fuck swag when you died and the black bag hauled off .nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil is smilin' With a smirk ...jerk . get it work get it .
Writer(s): David Keith Dallas, Aaron Iose Iusitini, Kenya Barber, Jordan Matthew Iusitini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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