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facts - dean monroe lyrics

i’m sl!cker than that rick
no skips
cop a fl!ck
then i make it lit
making hits
deans list
sucking on her tits
throwing fits
what’s that glare?
my wrist
make them stare
you’ll catch a fist
i’m gunning for the tip*top
top spot
running from the ex
in my gucci flip flops
kick rocks
fronting for the gram
get caught
fixin’ for my spot?
got ya b*tch locked
on my c*ck, cause i make her hot
with my mala, so i don’t bother
hollar, i get my dollar
cause mala what i bought her
she said the thicker the blunt
hitters will hunt
stunners will stunt
shooters will hunt
we shooting
like we got mad range
real things stay the same
ain’t sh*t change
i mean your hair goes for miles you got inches
got your own bread, do not get it twisted
unless you lift it, flip it, just make it ya business
that’s my puerto can fine dime yeah
you my princess
oh can i get a witness
and d*mn you bout ya fitness
best s*x i’ve had yeah you could hit this
you a full ten baby can’t deny
grind it roll it, baby, we so high
chanel’s cool too, you know ima buy
you a dime piece how you get so fly?
that’s facts though, yeah no cap though
k!llin fits, riding in the coupe, all facts bro
if you pushing in my lane, get em’ with a tax bro
n*ggas really front for you, then talk behind your back
i am the code to the suite life no zack yo
that’s facts though, yeah no cap though
you a dime, f*ck my mind, like you lsd
like you lsd, ain’t no n*gga checking me
ima rep you, ain’t no n*gga checking me
you a dime, f*ck my mind, like you lsd
like you lsd, ain’t no n*gga checking me
ima rep you, ain’t no n*gga checking me

she said she mine?
sh*t she lying
i don’t f*ck with bum b*tches
yeah that’s a crime
chanel c, my sign
behind my ear, with the nine
lie on me? you dying
then ya fam will pay ya fine
time you’ll need time
to ingest my melody
invest in h*lla weed
quiet! you ain’t telling me
i’m just flowing, i’m just blowing on h*lla tree
gave her head
then i gave her h*lla d
my rhymes tight like
mace n dem in 90s yellin’
94 they took maria off to heaven
shoutout big and pac
bald head like eleven
301 i’m repping, nyc stepping
deansie, hit em with the 1 2
tell yo boo, and their friends they could come too
yeah i’m out here with my squad on that hunt too
paperchase
green faces is my taste
will not catch a case
you a full ten baby can’t deny
grind it roll it, baby, we so high
chanel’s cool too, you know ima buy
you a dime piece how you get so fly?
that’s facts though, yeah no cap though
k!llin fits, riding in the coupe, all facts bro
if you pushing in my lane, get em’ with a tax bro
n*ggas really front for you, then talk behind your back
i am the code to the suite life no zack yo
that’s facts though, yeah no cap though
you a dime, f*ck my mind, like you lsd
like you lsd, ain’t no n*gga checking me
ima rep you, ain’t no n*gga checking me
you a dime, f*ck my mind, like you lsd
like you lsd, ain’t no n*gga checking me
ima rep you, ain’t no n*gga checking me

- dean monroe lyrics

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