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say no more - dyscaine lyrics

[chorus: dyscaine]
my n*ggas wild with that aim, don’t get your face on the crackings
tie up my hoodie, no face no case, hit the state from traffic
you don’t count up, why you bang, need to sustain you some cabbage
go make a play and gain some bank for your habits
619 with that ray, his body laid on the floor
diaz hop out with that drac, he wheezing like wayne on a four
lil n*gga, i’m by my pain, i can’t be playing no more
he said it’s up, say no more
now his ass ain’t saying no more
[verse 1: dyscaine]
dirty sprite for my aid
this is a eight, not a four
only hi*tech for my drank, act, they don’t make it no more
roll up the gas in my game to start my day off the porch
gotta stack up any way to cop me a plane and a porche
not a designer n*gga
michael kors don’t force me to slide on n*ggas
hide my figures
from thеse wh0res, they gon try to grind a n*gga
by my k!llеr
backs on board, he be down to hide my triggers
by my pillars
learn your principles or its bye bye, n*gga
came to hit a stain, boy, i bet spin cycles won’t rinse that
7.62 flip his lid off like it’s a tic tac
divorce you from the game, lil homie, she ain’t gon miss that
shoot you in your front and your n*ggas won’t try to get back

[chorus: dyscaine]
my n*ggas wild with that aim, don’t get your face on the crackings
tie up my hoodie, no face no case, hit the state from traffic
you don’t count up, why you bang, need to sustain you some cabbage
go make a play and gain some bank for your habits
619 with that ray, his body laid on the floor
diaz hop out with that drac, he wheezing like wayne on a four
lil n*gga, i’m by my pain, i can’t be playing no more
he said it’s up, say no more
now his ass ain’t saying no more
[verse 2: lp rambo]
lil n*gga, i’m bout my issue, no i ain’t playing no more
my cousin on the streets, do the got no one to stay with no more
i heard that n*gga left gang, said he can’t take it no more
and i can’t f*ck with these games, it ain’t bout racks, get ignored
i called my bro in prison, i’m like “is you stable, n*gga”
hate the system, hard ass bed, say his back aching
and i’m facing, n*gga
smoking your homie off to wake up, n*gga
i bring the smoke to you at am
wake and bake the n*gga
i caught that n*gga in traffic, he had a lamb right beside
i stick the pole out the window, he don’t see i’m right beside
then i called out his name, he tried to burn out his tires
we don’t get tired and that’s because—

- dyscaine lyrics

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