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Like Dis Here (feat. Yung Mal)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dalemonte Stilley
Dalemonte Stilley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DLN
DLN
Producer
Treylockedin
Treylockedin
Producer
Hunter Guess
Hunter Guess
Engineer

Lyrics

Put them pounds in the trash can let chopper do the dishes Don't nobody nobody drink up my trish Big extensions on the Glock I'm wishin Death on nigga kids Don't play with me bitch I'm the wig we Buyin' Preston like it's mid I put the drum up under cig I'm tryna find Put where this nigga hid My twin on the run for two three bodies he Say he tryna pop in with Peele I pop a ten get out my lid and then I Dispel all the grids Bitch don't try me like Lil' Fizz my wrist Be poppin' like this here She gon' try to fuck me from the front but She gon' fuck me like this here I can't do nothin' with no deuce I pour an 8 on like this here My bitch might pop up anytime we can't just Lay on like this here I get high as fuck on them jiggas can't Take no pictures especially not with no niggas That high tech green like pickles I can't get high off that shit I need Patricia That dry-ass pussy he paid to get her like this here I keep that chop on me I'm a dangerous nigga like this here I take them chains up off a famous nigga a real-on robber I don't need talk I just blow the torch Walk inside the court like fuck the judge I look at you like pork I can't eat your pussy ass you 12 but you Don't play no snob for sure like this here Wanna be my friend you better pour some drink like this here I bought all my jewelry trappin' on dead end like this here I scraped out on leeches off me like dead skin like this here Put them pounds in the trash can let chopper do the dishes Don't nobody nobody drink up my trish Big extensions on the Glock I'm wishin Death on nigga kids Don't play with me bitch on the wig we buying Preston like it's mid Most of these rap niggas cap like lids Don't care for this shit get smoked like mid I feel my blood make me cough when I hit him Bad bitch suck on that dick like a hitty We on them adders all night Jim Knight Me and my brother we swervin' and jiggin' the city Hold that shit down no I can't talk too much Niggas work with pussies If that ain't about the money I'm keepin my distance Shout out to my plug throw that pack like a Frisbee Come get a four for the four like the Wendy's Ice cubes on me my all out by the Benjamins Bitch came home now he right back with me I beat that murder we right back litty Free that boy Pablo ain't tell on no niggas I just been poppin' my pockets got bigger Walk on that stage with that Glock like this here Pop on my wrist and they pop like this here Smoke my bunk and it's hot like this here He told he know he can't rock over here Candler road I'm like Barack over here We miss the quake and then walk over here A nigga know not to send shots over here Cause if momma and daddy get popped over there Cause if momma and daddy get popped over there Put them pounds in the trash can and let chopper do the dishes Don't nobody nobody drink up my trish Big extensions on the Glock I'm wishin Death on nigga King Don't play with me bitch on the wig We buyin' Preston like it's MID
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