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D-Lo
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Juri
Elijah Juri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Happy Kidd
Happy Kidd
Producer
Dj Mike Mo
Dj Mike Mo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Never been a man who stops Never made shit but bops Never made shit but bops Comin in hot hot hot hot Comin in smart like a turtle in the big race Dummy in the office he a muthafuckin dick face Big boom trap beat hit em with the big bass Say you fuck with Leonard then I guess you got sick taste Big belt big waste Tell em how shit taste Welcome to Hell here's a visitors guide Takin a look with a mirror inside Don't try to run if there's nothing to hide We see genocide but we paintin it over Break em apart like we playin red rover My lady on top so you know I'm below her Feelin the luck on the four like a clover Cut it up quickly, Stop at the Quickly Get me a drink now I'm ready to bounce A lion is low when it's ready to pounce You shot it too late shit I hope that it counts It's up to you if you wit it then I bet you we on I'm feelin nice when I'm poppin bet I sketch you a song I'm busy now but I promise imma catch you at home There's been some nights that I wish I never left you alone Pressure, on me me Run up in yo face like 3 D Never won shit like C P Sandlot double L weenie Feelin lifted like I am the pilot Music droppin can you hear the riot Bet they wish that I would keep it quiet Aight bitch then I'm silent Run up in the Telly but I'm feelin hella anxious Take a couple hits and now I'm higher than a space ship Talkin hella shit but really you ain't never made shit Changing for the better but I see you still basic Homie just face, the fact that I'm better You ain't seen me in a minute cuz I'm stackin the cheddar I see you fuckin with the pigs and I ain't talkin the peppa You a lil light weight, dude is light as a feather We chillin makin them tunes I like it dark cuz then I stare at the moon I feel at peace in my room I'm stayin hungry but say no to the spoon Take a breathe, use the left Got me cookin like the chef You ain't the ref, so why the fuck you jockin me nerd There ain't a chance you got at stoppin me nerd Cuz bitch it's easy like a Free, throw I'm disrespected like I'm D-Lo D-Lo with the free throw Shoutout to the homie D-Ho Feel a burn from the weed smoke That's the only thang we know Kick it at Rochambeau for the chips Got me at stop and go for the kicks Prime like Carmelo with the Knicks Me and my homies we be lottery picks Got a sticky situation like a bodily licks And I be runnin up the numbers you be callin it quits Top 10 right now, can you follow the list Man talk that shit, you can fall on your wrist Follow that history (Huh) It ain't no mystery (Huh) Either it's them or me (Huh) Long as you remember me (Huh) Listen to the whispers, I catch em and it's on sight You must be smokin on that mid but im top dog and that's on life And that's a promise jagged edge I'm the butcher without the knife I'm bout to pop up Ashton Kutcher I'll bop ya on that surprise We chillin makin them tunes I like it dark cuz then I stare at the moon I feel at peace in my room I'm stayin hungry but say no to the spoon Take a breathe, use the left Got me cookin like the chef You ain't the ref, so why the fuck you jockin me nerd There ain't a chance you got at stoppin me nerd Cuz bitch it's easy like a Free, throw I'm disrespected like I'm D-Lo
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