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no ordinary rap - detroit l-o lyrics

[verse 1]

now i’m just tryna play with stacks, make them old hoes call me back
i ain’t got no time to slack, this ain’t no ordinary rap
and she rung a n*gga line, i think she wanna get cracked
she said she down for train, but we gotta stay on track
if you have a strong mind, you won’t let p*ssy distract
if they hit you wit a scam, ask them n*ggas what’s the catch
cuz them boys want every buck, bro they do not give a f*ck
talkin bout them prepaid cards, n*ggas just dont get enough
worthless females wanna cuff, scary n*ggas talking tough
i want that two car garage, you just want a pair of buffs
and we living in a lie, yall dont hear me cuz yall deaf
this the land of the free, but they want us broke til death
gotta be your own boss, but you gotta pay the cost
i don’t go to dental school, but i’m really tryna floss
born and raised up in the d, outer towners come and see
that we ain’t about no games, this ain’t where you wanna be

[interlude]

you already know we tryna pop them gold bottles for success. i mean i got a lot of history with my n*ggas. from the raw tape, stack season, h*ll, even the greatest hits. this ain’t no ordinary bullsh*t you know. l*o

[verse 2]

bro i been in the game, don’t need a permission slip
and my old chick, his new b*tch listening to this sh*t
and she probably reminiscing on how we use to cl!ck
how i use to come over and give her ass this d*ck
and she thinking bout all that while you laying next to her
my mixtape dropped and she won’t even let you do her
because she still know im the sh*t like the sewer
you the type that ran to her, i’m the dude that ran through her
ask me if she wifey type, ill tell yo ass h*ll no
lying to yo ass, sayin i don’t know l*o
but in her head, i might take her back, if she luck up
but she still got my number incase yo ass f*ck up
check her contacts, n*gga say she dont know me
dawg i use to break her heart, she use them sad face emoji
she prolly still wanna f*ck, ha, not after this verse though
hoes is good to look at, but they never good for keeping bro

[interlude]

never good for keeping ya know? i mean, these hoes come and go. every b*tch i done met was an example. they was lessons over blessings ya know? you know i just vent through music. liveraw die raw gold bottle team, bro. l*o

[verse 3]

i knew this girl named tyrieka, thought she was a keeper
but she was on that bullsh*t, so i couldn’t keep her
i gotta see at least 20 before the reaper
man i been good wit rapping, since northland had jeepers

[interlude]

you know man i been real good with this rap sh*t, too long. since 5th grade. me and ishaan was in the back writing rhymes and sh*t. i bring originality ya know?

adding cash like mathematicians, then double up i’m a rich magician
if he try to cook me in my own kitchen, i’ll cross a n*gga due to my religion
in the hood like a head gasket, call my bank account the bread basket
whip my stick out, she firmly grasp it, when i hit her watch me f*ckin pass it

- detroit l o lyrics

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