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like fiddy - debe lyrics

[intro]
haha, haha, double
yo

[verse]
i was in the mirror like fiddy
pointing a black 9 milli’
then i thought ‘yo, what’s the deali?’
man can’t doubt you, blud are you silly?
these times man like fifteen
i don’t get gassed with a pinkie
that’s six shots to a nitty
none of my cats look pretty
this double n, not a city
southfields sh*tty, semilong gritty
i was in the field with ha, that’s my g * that’s my k!lly
nowadays though he’s a divvy
he loves the game not lizzie
and gyal make man move silly
blud, why you think with your w*lly?
likkle man, how you gonna ask youngers to tick a gram?
borrow money off me, not give it back
but you still wanna stunt on instagram
pr*ck, running on the road, me and a1 mash work
banging out grub ’til the birds chirp
in the am time it’s the buj run
made three bills before you woke up
i was in the trap, you was in town coked up
i was out there tryna get my notes up
put a strap in the pouch, no holster
get burned for your bread, no toaster
russian ting, that’s a makarov
if i slap it off, feds catch me up
double clutch, have them catching dust
but the ting didn’t bust
been buried too long, it was covered in rust * gotta clean it up
bitta dub 40, gotta grease it up
then one of my older’s g’s got robbed
tommy pass the ting, let him beat it off
sh*t, now he’s serving 23
how the f*ck am i gonna stay in these streets?
got fiends but they keep dying from b’s
cah we get fire, the ting runs clean
the dark comes light
white come yellow like t**th
oh what a life as a teen
two of the [?] in my jeans
on the m1 doing speed, grip that, do a 9 next week
new plug, emcee melody
got croydon grub ’til they extort me
then come my town, it’s double*n g
man i’ll put lights out for f*cking with me
should’ve tapped in, turn man duppy
but he got backed up and he didn’t want beef
i just went back to my old link steve
african plug, man’s so certi’
i put cats on l!cks
bare big man got ticks
tell the youngers “hold piff”
these times man are sixteen
rolling around in a jeep, give f*ck about cid’s
i’ve got dreams, man i can’t sleep
need my money and my conscience clean
i just spit vex on road like i’m lean
p’s in the bank gon’ free up the team
baow!

- debe lyrics

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