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darryl dawkins - detroit l-o lyrics

[verse 1]

cadi wasn’t workin, so i took her to the dealer
black and yellow outfit for yo b*tch, cuz imma steeler
b*tches feeling blue, like the logo on the beamer
she was quiet, til i hit her and i turned her to a singer
stir fry from coney island, omega grill
checking out the white girls like emmet till
saying i got lynched for it is another thing
all this beef is played out, you can call it burger king
lowkey money like peter parker, its green like peter pan
all this bullsh*t might just get chopped, when sh*t just hit the fan
may 20th, 93′ another star was born
you’ll get popped, f*cking round thinking sh*t sweet like kettle korn
ratchet hoes, club hopping, y’all can have that sh*t
give me a cadi, loft, bands and a loyal chick
imma detroit n*gga, i stay on the grind
so if you on that fluke sh*t, i pay you no mind

[hook]

all deez n*ggas purpin, they just do alot of talkin
ion pay em no attention, cuz they under bossin
i just stack my money til its tall as darryl dawkins
chasing after b*tches, n*gga i don’t do it often
coming from the city where the n*ggas get ta chalkin’
do a b*tch cold, that im bound to have her coughin’
all these hoes is worthless, i should put em up for auction
i just wanna stack the money tall as darryl dawkins

[verse 2]

when its raining, you cuddle with yo b*tch and order pizza
when its raining, i work on ways to make more dough than pizza
i don’t drink flavored ciroc, i leave that sh*t for the b*tches
my team ain’t got no wack n*ggas, we leave them for the benches
i ain’t a boss, im a leader, b*tch i put in work
praise god for these franklin’s, i ain’t talking bout kirk
give me a thousand, b*tch ill turn that into 2
and turn that sh*t into 4, and split that sh*t amongst the crew
broke days, man had to make the sh*t stop
firecracker in a terd, had to make sh*t pop
hit and got yo girl singing like gerald levert
now i own yo b*tch, wanna see the f*cking paper work?
i don’t hear no hater, even when they got alot to say
hustle hard, now im getting closer to the guapele
can’t wait to say, mama get dressed, we bouta shop today
so i just pray, hoping god bless me wit a hunnit k

[hook]

[verse 3]

when your work speak for itself, then you bet not interrupt
9 to 5 workforce, got me p*ssing in a cup
for a petty ass pay rate, waiting on a pay day
i don’t like her like dat, so ill take her on a play date
im the side n*gga, well you know i ain’t trippin’
because you and yo mans losing, b*tch and im steady hittin’
in the kitchen, make you cook me sh*t you don’t cook for yo man
im the reason she don’t cook no food that come up out a can
he pull the b*tches in his whip, yea that’s some cool sh*t
sh*t, my car just broke down and yo girlfriend still gon let me hit
i wake up determined and i go to sleep satisfied
whip out the 40 glocc and make him run like plies
these rap n*ggas fluke, f*gs, phonies and fakes
n*gga yo clothes tight as f*ck, so what if yo ass got cake
all that money don’t mean sh*t, if you dress like a b*tch dude
squeezing in your jeans, that’s the type of sh*t a b*tch do

- detroit l o lyrics

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