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posse cut remix - d&w lyrics

[intro: dw destroyer]
(incoherent) when i’m walking in
(incoherent) when they walking in
what was it?
oh f*ck
mumbles when they walking in
mumbles when they walking in
mumbles when they walking in (yeah)

[verse 1: dw destroyer]
yeah, this the remix
fly in the sky, flow fire like a phoenix
you dropped a new tape and they ain’t even see it
do anything for money, know that i’m fiending
i’m posted with two fijis, island and xeno
new tour dates, down in detroit sipping faygo
i’m out with the boys and taking shots of fuego
got dawgs that rub off the paint, better call maaco
two outta born three, i’m a middleman
half court jump shot, ball like my middle name
stick with my clique, i don’t ball with you little lames
i don’t hang with no wack rappers, they act the same
if they ain’t beef, i ain’t gonna go diss
initial mc, i was born for this
i was sh*t the first year, i don’t wanna admit
but i’m quick to bounce back, i ain’t taking the p*ss again
spent my check on a couple new vetements
first girl in five years, she swallow the sediments
i was youngin, dream of being on letterman
feeling like peggy dawg, i’m a beat veteran
banging for seven years, i’m still grinding
can’t keep up with all the lyrics i’m reciting
i think about my childhood when i’m writing
so f*ck it, just for old times sake, let’s rewind it
to when i was nine, ten years old with the paintball sh*t
i had some dreams to be stacking like loleris
f*ckasses tryna use me, wasn’t tollering
whole decade later, the crowd they all hollering
my verses back at me, down in venice
i can’t brag about no b*tch, i’m a menace
got vancouver drip on me, look like dennis
won’t do the verse if there’s no, cash to send me
can’t keep up with my dms, too demanding
cause people don’t understand my circumstances
i can’t f*ck with p*ssies, y’all acting like salmon
staples center, feel like vince when kids fanning out
i can’t give up now dawg i’m, in too steep
i be staying up doing verses, i can’t sleep
don’t steal my beats, always got the receipt
on my dontwrry sh*t, we don’t five years deep, like d*mn
[chorus: vega huh, dw destroyer, zyber]
yeah, no matter how you cut it, you’s an l ( you’s a l)
yeah, not talking ’bout no death note, this is real ( real)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (it’s just a steal, huh)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal

[verse 2: zyber]
i’m making a wave on the underground scene
i make it so hard i can’t peak
i just heard your mixtape, and i think that it’s sh*t
i think that you need an elite
and i’m with fiji, and you know we elite
the pack i be smoking be stinky and reek
i can’t ever stop, i do this every week
i’m walking them down on the street
and i sim swap and i blame it on the glitch
when i greened out, i started tweaking, make me eyes twitch
too many cards to choose, i can’t pick between which
i feel like xeno fiji, i can’t brag about a b*tch, no no

[chorus: vega huh, dw destroyer, xeno fiji]
yeah, no matter how you cut it, you’s an l ( you’s a l)
yeah, not talking ’bout no death note, this is real ( real)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (huh)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (pop my sh*t, heh)
[verse 3: xeno fiji]
count it up, count it up, b*tch do the math
can’t feel my face cause i’m off of the pack
tranquilizer, we put one in his back
cause he play with me, now he taking a nap
had some time off, now i’m back on my sh*t
in a gt, not no regular whip
start my own label, i feel like misfits
in this for life, b*tch i slide with the blitz
i ain’t folding for no ho
i just f*cked up a bag up in soho
brand new glock, it gon’ shoot you in slow*mo
did this sh*t on my own, f*ck a promo
lil bae, when it’s crunch time
i don’t got time for a punchline
if he’s upping his sh*t, then i’mma up mine
i’mma do what i want, it’s a dumb vibe
what the f*ck he saying i’mma punch him in his t**th
ain’t no days off, b*tch i’m punching in my sleep
on the grind daily, seven days of the week
new coupe going crazy, make it go super speed
in the ghost, writing sh*t and it came with a draco
said you want a cut but you not on my payroll
getting bread in this b*tch ain’t talking bout panko
talking ’bout the bread, then it’s gonna get me paid, ho (woo)
yeah, never need a gps cause i always know the way
hot like an oven, way too easy, we gon’ get you baked
outfit wet as h*ll, cause i drown ’em in a lake
i’m reckless, put the gun in my hand
back then, never was in demand
so, i never stuck to the plan
bought some new stussy’s straight from j*pan
different color stones like teletubbies
monopoly, got colored money
wrap my money up looking like a mummy
can’t stop, knocking up her tummy (skrrt)
thought i popped off back in 2019
all black fit, came with a shiesty
yeah, i’m kicking this sh*t, b*tch come and fight me
[chorus: vega huh, xeno fiji]
yeah, no matter how you cut it, you’s an l (you a l)
yeah, not talking ’bout no death note, this is real (uh)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (uh)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (yeah)
yeah, no matter how you cut it, you’s an l (woo)
yeah, not talking ’bout no death note, this is real (woo)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (uh)
yeah, water on my wrist, it’s just a steal (yeah)

- dw lyrics

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