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Deniro Farrar
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Deniro Farrar
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I don't do favors for n*ggas
I f*cked den you payed her, my n*gga
That sh*t ain't player, my n*gga
My neighbor the mayor, my n*gga
That mean that my paper legit
That mean that my business in order
You pay her, I pay her no mind
I can't be wasting my time
Cuz I got mountains to climb
Places to go
And women to f*ck
They running from us while we running it up
Got all the game and I'm soaking it up
F*ckin it up boy I'm f*cking it up
None of you n*ggas is hotter than us
Try to play tough and I'm busting you up
Locking us up with no key to the cuff
Now the media eatin it up
Tried to erase us by giving us cases
Threw us in court with no representation
Boy I'm a soldier
My solider mentality
Be the reason why these people is after me
Bounty on me they never gonna capture me
Catch 'em slippin' they gon' wind up a casualty
Round table, breaking bread with the faculty
Ballin' like athletes
N*ggas be hella jealous
Writin statements they be tellin tellin
Most of my n*ggas convicted felons
Still ridin' around with they weapon
F*ck a draco got a sig on me
And your b*tch face
Got my kids on it
Send my young n*ggas at your wig homie
If you n*ggas ever tell the pigs on me
YUHHH
F*ck all that talking, my nig
F*ck all that talking, my nig
We don't do talking, my nig
Let's get this sh*t poppin, my nig
N*ggas be hella jealous
Writin statements they be tellin tellin
Most of my n*ggas convicted felons
Still ridin around with they weapon
F*ck all that talking, my nig
F*ck all that talking, my nig
We don't do talking, my nig
Let's get this sh*t poppin, my nig
N*ggas be hella jealous
Writin statements they be tellin tellin
Most of my n*ggas convicted felons
Still ridin around with they weapon
F*ck all these politicans
That be politicking
Man, I stuck my di*k in while the clock was ticking
Buzzer-beater
Motherf*ckers always hated to see her
I was the one
With the power to kill
But the power and will
That I had was a lot for a brother to take
Motherf*ckers taking L's to the face
I ain't got time to get high
I can barely get by motherf*cker
What the f*ck you thinkin'
I'm drinking, I'm drinking a lot of the water
My future daughter won't be stressing 'bout sh*t
Wrapping it up
Then i dive in a b*tch
I'm divine in this b*tch
Still ain't got time in this b*tch
Still looking fly in this b*tch
Don't you lie in this b*tch
I be the type that get live in this b*tch
And Then die for a b*tch
Motherf*ckers got me f*cked up
Thinking I won't pop the trunk up
I ain't never been a b*tch, boy
Compromising for a b*tch, boy
I got my sh*t together
In this gloomy weather
Motherf*ckers tether they emotion better
Grab umbrella
Together we stand or
Divided we fall
F*ck it I ball
Shout out my brother Damarious
I felt like leaving the O was preposterous
I was just moping around 'til I picked up the pen
And I practiced my penmanship
Now I be penning sh*t
And I be killing sh*t
F*ck negativity
I practice diligence
I want a million
For all my children
I don't want nothing to do with you period
End of discussion
F*ck all that talking, my nig
F*ck all that talking, my nig
We don't do talking, my nig
Let's get this sh*t poppin, my nig
N*ggas be hella jealous
Writin statements they be tellin
Most of my n*ggas convicted felons
Still ridin' around with they weapon
F*ck all that talking, my nig
F*ck all that talking, my nig
We don't do talking, my nig
Let's get this sh*t poppin, my nig
N*ggas be hella jealous
Writin statements they be tellin
Most of my n*ggas convicted felons
Still ridin' around with they weapon
Writer(s): Dante Qushawan Farrar
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