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nothing to hide - d-lo lyrics

i don’t want anybody
to get the wrong idea about me
i don’t have nothing to hide
i want the world to see
i’m a gangsta, gangsta, straight gangsta
gangsta, gangsta, n-gg-
i’m a gangsta, gangsta, straight gangsta
gangsta, gangsta, n-gg-
d-lo

hit the strip, bust a couple bands
ride through miami with my 40 f-cks and my man
ten bands, that’s a whole lot of ones, huh?
20 n-gg-s, that’s a whole lot of guns, huh?
thick white b-tch, i call her milkshake
black b-tch slid down the pole, made an earthquake
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s, boy, i jug myself
i stay strapped every day, i might rob myself
look, 24k on me, it’s the bay, homie
these b-tches do what i say, homie, it’s real
you n-gg-s faker than a three dollar bill
i’m three times real, kick back, stay on chill
all these’riding with a thick b-tch
balling with a big clique, better not get your sh-t split
hold on, now it’s back to them grams, it’s back to them grams
whole lot of sh-t on my hands

look, b-tch, i’m eating, pockets fat full of collard greens
i be smoking on nothing but weed, cali weed
dig this, whole lot of weed
i ain’t a trick, no benihanas, b-tches, applebee’s
i ain’t got nothing to hide but this 30 on me
i be going’boy, i’m dope john gotti
on my new edition sh-t, n-body, we knocking hoes after shows
make ’em wait in the lobby
man, i feel like wendy moten the way i’m catching these bodies
it’s real n-gg-, i’m addicted to them hundred dollar bills
i’m addicted to b-tches with red bottom on they heels
look, syrup sipping, i’m the win king
f-cking with my third wheel n-gg-s, what you mean, mean?
yeah, b-tch, i’m a gangsta, gangsta
free little blood, i’m dealing thank you, thank you

- d lo lyrics

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