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library lofts - detroit l-o lyrics

[intro]

cash jordan on the beat. grab mt brandy, mix it with the orange juice
got d*mn, brandy ain’t never taste this good

[verse 1]

just got a call from my n*gga johnny blaze
say he with that n*gga easy dae, blowing haze
hoes play me and i’m still not phased
call me john madden cuz i’m steady calling plays
b*tches wanna chill til they find another n*gga
change in plans, but they never informed me
see me in person and they notice i ain’t say sh*t
now hoes like, “d*mn why he ignoring me?”
detroit player like greg monroe
jordan 1’s off the white vi’s
you talking pradas but rocking forces
on some real sh*t, that’s a white lie
n*gga i’m like no other, parkay bars on the track, straight b*tter
if a n*gga wanna make a song straight dissin’
i’ll cut the tape like a d*mn box cutter
b*tch i got stripes like a foot locker worker
keep the block shaking like the #1 twerker
gold bottle team gon always stand out
if she choose well, i ain’t gon encourage her
jack nicholas golden bear arizona
drink that sh*t with a stir fry dinner
on my broke days, i was feeling like a winner
man my whole team ball, we should be on sports center
i see em plot out my peripheral view
just know a n*gga ready if a n*gga really catch em
if he crave the beef for the lettuce and cheese
then he want a taco, so i’m dropping sh*lls at em
when a girl meet a n*gga better than you
she get oblivious on calling you back
now shining on em is my retribution
and i don’t never give a hoe the time to chat

[interlude]

i mean, never dawg cuz like….. where the f*ck was y’all hoes at at first?
you know what i’m saying
i don’t really got no sympathy for nan b*tch, cuz you can’t trust nan b*tch

[verse 2]

the game f*cked up, i’m just saying
girls want s*x but instead, they playing
then they give it up and i’m bouta hit it up
then i bust the biggest nut, feeling like a super saiyan
b*tch named samara would’ve f*cked my dawgs
and her ass knew we was in the same gang
knew this girl named alesia, but she just disappeared
chick named lady mac did the same thang
that aquarius sh*t, but i ain’t stressing the sh*t
cuz i know it’s a n*gga probably blessing the chick
both of them doing they thang, guess it’s levels to this
glad i ain’t f*ck with em, cuz i can’t give em sh*t
but y’all still fluke in my book
but it ain’t sh*t baby girl, it’s all good
but don’t be surprised if a n*gga don’t say sh*t
if you ever find me up in y’all hood
gotta put yo life on the line to change this world
in a world full of critics
in the living room watching martin on a white sofa
with a girl who can get it
dodging potholes while i’m riding through detroit
on them rainy days, stepped in puddles by mistake
told that b*tch that i didn’t wanna cake
now she in her room crying while she listening to drake

[interlude]

i mean, i told ol’ girl, you know. dry your eyes. naw, not because i got sympathy for her
because, b*tch it ain’t that d*mn serious. b*tch, cheer the f*ck up. f*ck is you crying for

[verse 3]

n*ggas messed up in the head, it’s a shame
n*ggas doing anything just to get a name
girls ask me for my government name
but every different girl just get a different name
detroit l*o, 4*1 l*o, 5 mile l*o, gold bottle l*o
liveraw l*o, real and wise l*o
either way it go, to you b*tch i’m l*o
girls half naked on they instagram pic
i don’t take em serious, to me they just a joke
riding through the city, i can be anywhere
either way, i’m hard to find like the tv remote
n*ggas real, but i really can’t tell
all these girls, most of em fake as h*ll
can’t be winning if you in a n*gga trail
lowkey, i still wanna hit janelle
home alone chicks, they be setting thirst traps
they want all the likes and they got it mapped out
first the hotel got blessed with 5 girls
now we got 7 chicks, you can say we cr*pped out
i peep game so i’m already hip
never went to public, i attended the charter
you can call this sh*t a lyrical slaughter
or you can keep yo cool like a glass of iced water
hit em where it hurts, imma put em in the dirt
screaming west side, cuz i got it on a shirt
you a little dog like a pomeranian
that explains why you always in yo b*tch purse
you know you winning, getting money doing what you love
you should be a doctor, cuz to me you just a scrub
call your girl over just to help me get a nut
and you know it’s going down if she show up in some uggs

[outro]

i mean, i done sat back and watched n*ggas bite styles for the past couple years
now it’s just time, you know. step up
this ain’t no ordinary rap, n*gga
lyrically original b*tch
oh yea im saying names now. some might look at me like imma hoe ass n*gga cuz i’m saying names now. naw
samara, yea that was just some random b*tch
could’ve hit her, but didn’t
oh yea alesia, what up baby. f*ck you at?
you too lady mac
sh*t, ishaan what up. liveraw gold bottle team baby, we in here
gold bottle team
b*tch we the competition, just know that

- detroit l o lyrics

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