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detroit flow - daboii lyrics

[intro]
on the gang n*gga

[verse]
ops keep sayin’ they gon’ slide, we gon’ find out
get the drop, pull up on ’em like it’s my house
b*tch n*gga, when that pressure on, ain’t no time out
i be really in the field, i don’t hide out
you was textin’ like a big girl, oh you shy now?
boy you ain’t gon’ pick that pipe up, n*gga pipe down
i ain’t put no ring up on that b*tch, she got piped down
baby girl want me to eat the what? b*tch you psyched out
got this b*tch bussin’ back to back, this her ninth round
i just put a drum on a gleek, b*tch like nine pounds
i pull up to any n*gga hood, n*gga ice out
b*tch, we on that one time
and i ain’t have to force that b*tch to f*ck, i asked her one time
i pull up with that brr, n*gga drum line
pull up about my fadе, n*gga run mine
the ops romeo, ‘causе they must die
put that strap to his face, leave hime bug eye’d
n*gga i was sleepin’ on myself i had tot uprise
n*gga pull up over here then he’s a dumb guy
n*gga i was slidin’ for my brother, when he just died
chain so icey, make the sunshine
police pullin’ up my raps in court, b*tch they just rhymes
heard that dumb n*gga blew his bag, and he just signed
yeah, i’ll pull up with that dynamite, n*gga good times
i’ll pull up with that bop bop, now he gone n*gga
clutchin’ in the club, walk up on ’em, take his pole
i got n*ggas that i love, that i can’t trust, i play ’em close
main b*tch side b*tch, it don’t matter, i’m playin’ both
put a op on the news, celebrate it, make toast
why these n*ggas never slide? they too busy makin’ posts
yeah, d*ck in her ribs, i was tryna shake the boat
and when you hear that skrt skrt, i was tryna shake them folks
when you hear that skrt skrt, i was tryna shake them people
my bro danny glover with that b*tch, ’cause he lethal
i was eighteen, totin’ sh*t that’s illegal
ugh, the way she suck the d*ck, b*tch you evil
dark ass b*tch on my line, it’s a beetle
n*gga touch my chain, what you high off a needle?
big body truck, fill it up with the diesel
b*tch put this d*ck in your mouth i’ma feed you
b*tch i’m big dog, how the f*ck is we equal?
ops wanna meet, but the glock is gon’ greet you
when i slide down n*ggas blocks, i don’t see you
and b*tch you not food, why the f*ck would i eat you?
on the gang
[outro]
on the gang n*gga

- daboii lyrics

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