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if u want - drego lyrics

[intro: drego]
(jose the plug)
oh, nah, y’all can leave that if it’s ringin’ like that, that’s…
no love songs on my sh*t
ayy (man)

[chorus: drego]
he’ll lie, he’ll k!ll just to get what he want
same time, hustle every day just to get what he want
take an l, f*ck it, get it back, you can cry if you want
one up top, lil’ boy, you can try if you want
uh, i’ma stack this for a case, you can fry if you want
i ain’t gon’ lie, my dog better lie if you don’t
ayy, they real, they k!ll you, believe ’em, i don’t
a mil’, two mil’, it’s closer than close

[verse 1: drego]
my dog still in tennessee, he fundin’ it close
but i can see the opposition, he right in the scope
you know i’m a slimeball, i’m wipin’ his nose
these n*ggas ain’t dyin’ ’bout no money, dyin’ ’bout some hoes
i spend a dime on the work, dime on some clothes
i left and came back, b*tch, yeah, i’m derrick rose
i’ll do the track ‘fit, that’s my trap ‘fit
the plug said, “i love your music, you talk reckless”
[verse 2: beno]
i can get you what you need, you ain’t heard of me
have my n*gga stab you up just like surgery
have your n*ggas find your body down the street where your people be
in the kitchen whippin’ up a quarter key
yeah, you know my hood hot like myrtle beach
everything i do is for my family
shout out to the n*ggas who abandoned me
i’m lookin’ for the lean, it’s an emergency

[verse 3: cash kidd]
b*tch, i feel like tinky winky in these purple jeans
yeah, quarter pound on me, this ain’t burger king
if i like your b*tch, i’m back*doorin’ like a burglary
buffed up, punchin’ and slidin’, call me hercules
a lot of fraudulent activity when i purchase these
uber on the way, b*tch, you irkin’ me
and my dog just beat a first degree
the ones that don’t really live it be the first to preach
on the freeway nervous ’cause i’m traffickin’
b*tch, keep your two cents, i ain’t one of them africans
you can’t book me for a show unless the strap get in
plus it’s a body on this b*tch like a mannequin
you can tell the way i move, we really havin’ it
n*gga, when you on, gotta maneuver different
like i dropped it on the floor, i just blew some chicken
they thinkin’ the devil got my soul ’cause my shoes is christian
[verse 4: nuk]
we like giuseppes, we like body bags, we bringin’ zippers back
i don’t care about your body mask, boy, i’ll get on that
they won’t catch me on they body cam, seller shippin’ that
but i’m out there sellin’ cam’ron just like a diplomat
in my hood, it’s like k!lla season, i’m like cameron giles
they ain’t scorin’ off that evidence, this ain’t forensic files
i got dope just like pound cake, look around, wait
these lil’ n*ggas chucky with that bag, quit that child play (all that child sh*t)
i hit up kari for an eight
before my n*gga shoot the bag, i tell him sorry for the weight (sorry for the load, brother)
brodie by indiana state
right before we dropped a pint, i told him meet me outer sp*ce (meet me outer sp*ce)
i got drank still in my colon
in the range while i’m pickin’ up a brick from pensacola (this bar sh*t)
hopped right off the road and cleared my hitter’s total
swear to god, the way they stole our style, i swear these n*ggas owe us (i swear to god)

- drego lyrics

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