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traumatized - dave east lyrics

this a leekeleek banger

[intro: dave east & dj holiday]
there’s a power of pressure dave
tomorrow ain’t promised
holiday season, it’s karma 2 n-gga, ain’t no going back
i lost malik at 29, mugga at 22
from harlem to atlanta, f-ck you talking ’bout
just happy to be here

[pre-chorus: dave east & dj holiday]
k!lled freaky, i was traumatized
still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes (they gon’ feel this sh-t)
try to see a n-gga momma cry
all this money, don’t matter when your homies is dying (oh they gon’ feel this sh-t)
ain’t trying to be a homicide
trying to see a n-gga momma i don’t trust a soul
trying to see ya lil momma cry (let’s go)

[chorus: dave east]
they k!lled freaky, i was traumatized, still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes
try to see a n-gga momma cry, i ain’t trying to be a homicide
i got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that i gotta be here for
b-tch told me stop buying guns, n-ggas dying f-ck you think i need ’em for

[verse 1: dave east]
blue and whites, flashing lights, i ain’t going back f-ck you think i’m speeding for
i got homies i don’t see at all, best friends i can’t even call
i ain’t laughing ain’t nothing funny, if you talking money sh-t i need it all
my youngin’ died and i need my dog
devil on me, try to keep him off
mood swings, i got mood swings
move wrong and this tool sing
shooter came up on that new thing
i could hold it with a shoestring
they put my youngin’ on the news, looking for a xan i got the blues
we was in there robbing n-ggas locs
take him out his coat, i got his shoes
i go to prison, i ain’t coming home
we on a mission, n-ggas running home
my youngin’ airing sh-t for free
he ain’t want the money, stashed a couple hundred for him
he’ll do it for a rollie, take him to my jeweler, know i’m a flood it for him
my vision is blurry, i just hope that i get to see thirty
i pray for another morning
wake up with your b-tch, she got nothing on
i still wanna k!ll freaky’s k!ller
i’m in my feelings, i won’t speak to n-ggas
my homies dying i’ma need a minute
broad daylight, if forever running to ’em, i won’t even see the witness
blowed out on a sunday, i’m high on the oneway and i don’t even see the speeding limit
pac prolly had the same feelin’, biggie prolly had the same feelin’
alot of sucker sh-t i ain’t feelin’, i’m blowing sour out the range ceilin’
n-ggas really got me hot, catch him in the drop, trying to leave his brains in it
we never shaky and we ain’t timid, ya momma lobby, i be waiting in it

[chorus: dave east]
they k!lled mugga, i was traumatized, still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes
tryna see a n-gga momma cry, i ain’t trying to be a homicide
got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that i gotta be here for
b-tch told me stop buying guns, n-ggas dying f-ck you think i need ’em for
they k!lled freaky, i was traumatized, still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes
tryna see a n-gga momma cry, i ain’t trying to be a homicide
got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that i gotta be here for
hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on

[verse 2: kiing shooter]
they k!lled ruger, b-tch it’s time to slide
all my n-ggas know it’s homicide
catch ’em lacking and they gotta die
i’m sending n-ggas to apologize
i don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, n-gga you an opp too
catch a n-gga by they self, or they with they fam, f-ck it they get shot too
ni-n-ggas know how i rock n-gga
thirty shots in this glock n-gga
i ain’t scared to bend blocks n-gga
send shots while the cops with ’em
i been hype my whole life, dodging blue and white ’cause i don’t box n-ggas
n-ggas talkin’ like they tough til i pulled up and n-ggas called the cops on me
either you scared or p-ssy, but n-ggas know i ain’t no rookie
i’ve been in the field since they called me chill, n-gga that’s word to tookie
beat cases, i’ve been on my bully
i’m strapped, i stay with the fully
on edge, i dare you to push me, scared, we know that they p-ssies
they k!lled hardy, b-tch it’s time to slide
all my n-ggas know it’s homicide
catch ’em lacking and they gotta die
i’m sending n-ggas to apologize
i don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, n-gga you an op too
catch a n-gga by they self, or they with they fam, f-ck it they get shot too

[chorus: dave east]
they k!lled mugga, i was traumatized, still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes
tryna see a n-gga momma cry, i ain’t trying to be a homicide
got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that i gotta be here for
b-tch told me stop buying guns, n-ggas dying, f-ck you think i need ’em for
they k!ll freaky, i was traumatized, still that n-gga in my momma’s eyes
tryna see a n-gga momma cry, i ain’t trying to be a homicide
got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that i gotta be here for
hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on

[outro]
warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on
warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on
warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on
warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on
bang, bang, bang, bang

- dave east lyrics

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