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Dushawn Oliver
Dushawn Oliver
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Lyrics

Yeah Yo TR stop playing with em My young niggas devilish They strapped to the T, and they selling shit Willo jump out the trunk with an elephant Got my foot on the neck, on some stepper shit They so irrelevant (yeah) I smoked a opp, put a blunt in the air I be with killers, who really don't care I'm going up, like the start of the stairs Ima still be the same nigga Word to my momma, I promise I will put the cash fo' the drama I heard they be talking, that shit will not stop me A bomb threat came through like Osama You know ima pop it I see them try to team up, but they not enough Better come with a plan, it's a lot of us Plus we bringing that noise, like the choppers up But we don't want no war, get that gawla up I don't got friends, cause they needy Broken heart, so love isn't easy On the streets, me and bro being greasy Smash bro yeah I be Luigi Never knew time a fly by, did some calendars How the fuck opps out here snitching, ain't adding up I seen the double cross, I had to back it up If you love me, you love me, don't act for us My young niggas devilish They strapped to the T, and they selling shit Willo jump out the trunk with an elephant Got my foot on the neck, on some stepper shit They so irrelevant (yeah) I smoked a opp, put a blunt in the air I be with killers, who really don't care I'm going up, like the start of the stairs Ima still be the same nigga
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