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what's next - detroit l-o lyrics

[intro]

uhh (let’s get it)
l*o (real sh*t)
detroit, wut up doe
you know, liveraw die raw gold bottle team
you know we up next
(had to tone it down real quick)
yea i see it’s a lil drought going on in the game or whatever (we here to save the day)
i just tend to keep it real, ya know
ishaan what up doe (i stay one hunnid)
easy dae, j manny (i stay one hunnid)
jackpot, cash*mir, what’s good man
my n*gga johnny blaze, what up doe
shoutout to fenkell n*gga, shoutout to 4*1
(i been doing this rap sh*t before everybody thought it was cool)

[verse]

i’m that n*gga with them nappy ass cornrows
relaxed n*gga, i don’t really f*ck with boring hoes
it’s a difference between chilling and being boring
you probably on the winning team, dawg but is you scoring
h*ll naw lil n*gga you’s a bench rider
you should be in rodeo cuz you a d*ck rider
i don’t adore it
if cedar point had a ride called “coat tails” you should get in line for it
i’m from detroit where a lot of n*ggas come up missing
yo b*tch gave me mo cheeks, she used to coach the pistons
these hoes got too much confidence up out the ass
swear these b*tches, they don’t run good off gas
so i don’t gas em’ up at all
i want my back account to look like i’m about to make a call
ain’t been to chuck e. cheese but still waiting on my token
walking out the mall broke the only time my heart was broken
you the type that snap on yo mans cuz he dropped a solo
everything we dropped, we pushed out with self promo
told em that i’m dropping it, my n*ggas like “go bro”
my opportunity to go nuts like a low blow
arguments with my mama, she tryna belittle me
but in the midst of that, man i swear she been so good to me
she think i’m bouta be a failure, i can’t fail her
imma prove her wrong, that’s some sh*t you can’t tell her
driver’s license sideways, i’m a man now
so why the f*ck i’m still up in my mamas kitchen
i know i’m broke as f*ck, but you don’t see me out here b*tchin’
as long as i’m in yo crib, you always gon be trippin’
don’t bite my tongue n*gga, i ain’t saying the least
i ain’t met a chick that’s stupid as d**** b******
how the f*ck you got four n*ggas and you wanna get cuffed
that’s why everytime we chilled, i made sure that we f*cked
naw you ain’t break my heart, i ain’t like yo last n*gga
any n*gga cuffing you is a sucka ass n*gga
ain’t no hate in my blood, i let a b*tch live her life
but imma speak on that sh*t if she out here living trife
sorry i’m so heartless, never mind, no i’m not
speaking on the fluke sh*t, tell ya boy if i should stop
started out with liveraw n*gga and it’s still that way
lord please bless me with a couple k
if you feel yo team slacking
just do some sh*t to motivate em’ n*gga don’t just up and get to packin’
ask yoself, how long you known the n*ggas you around
if it ain’t more than half a decade then you a f*cking clown
warm moët from the liquor store, grand river & st. marys
spent some time in the south where n*ggas had wore sperrys
on some preppy sh*t
but that sh*t was g*y to me, simply cuz i’m from the d
to each is own n*gga, so don’t criticize me
i’m the captain n*gga, now she wanna crunchitize me
i don’t see no life outside of rapping, n*gga yes i do the sh*t
i was done with her, that’s why i passed you the b*tch
i’m just doing what i love n*gga and that’s everyday
i gotta stack my currency before they take the sh*t away

- detroit l o lyrics

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