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double m - drose (nj) lyrics

[intro]
why n*ggas keep tryna feel me
we peep the n*ggas wanna get involved with this sh*t we got going on
n*ggas better stay in they lane before we come do that sh*t
stay where the f*ck you at you heard

[verse 1]
when i come through walk down mike myers
but in the hood we just say double m
sh*t untucked facing out then get in
rich my slime for 25 ima spin
lil bro got wheels call his phone what you in
in a new jag finna cash out with tin
got a bad b*tch on my side name kim
when we in public she calling me twin
[chorus]
but f*ck it
lil bro tryna get him a bucket
head out the v and he scorе like it’s nothing
30 clip long got on shorts still tucking
shooting my s in them vids oh he buggin
cops up thе street on that car still buggin
n*ggas get shot if you thinking we scuffling
we inna spot and its bussin
got on new kicks watch ya body i ain’t doing no touching
s block this, s block that, s block sweet, s block wack
sike b*tch s block strapped
drop my sh*t no cap fast way to get clapped
tell all the opps don’t lack
rose got a bag on his head now he gotta move tact

[verse 2]
his pops died new pack
got new gats lil n*gga better move back
i’m drose baeboy you can’t d me
got on my ski i don’t think he could see me
shordy got clippers on clippers like cp
ya music ass ain’t tune in to that cd
i know some n*ggas wanna be me
most of yall d league
got up on n*ggas at 15
i’m tryna buy me some vvs
i told her bixteen pour up a 4 for my kidney (pour up a 4)
since when n*ggas shooting the s
thought you was sl!ck lil n*gga you next
f*ck playing cool this checkers not chess
but we gone get up with n*ggas
we totin sh*t that’ll send up a n*gga
on gang pull up and split up a n*gga
get put on yo ass tell em get up lil n*gga
don’t be in irvington center cause sh*t’ll get lil real quick
you better keep you a gun real sh*t
you could get popped like a pill real quick (bah bah)
i ain’t taking no pics with no fans
i can’t be doley i move with my manz
i gotta 30 it’s right in my pants
so what make you think i’m using my hands
what you tryna put on a front for the gram
oh he gone get popped like a xan
n*ggas be dissing my dead like some fans
when i upped that .45 n*ggas ran
she let me hit while that boy inna can
i come over she take off my pants (she let me hit while that boy inna can i come over she take off my pants)
[chorus]
but f*ck it
lil bro tryna get him a bucket
head out the v and he score like it’s nothing
30 clip long got on shorts still tucking
shooting my s in them vids oh he buggin
cops up the street on that car still buggin
n*ggas get shot if you thinking we scuffling
we inna spot and its bussin
got on new kicks watch ya body i ain’t doing no touching
s block this, s block that, s block sweet, s block wack
sike b*tch s block strapped
drop my sh*t no cap fast way to get clapped
tell all the opps don’t lack
rose got a bag on his head now he gotta move tact

- drose nj lyrics

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