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one time* (chiraq to atlanta) - lil durk lyrics

[intro]
oh lord, jetson made another one

[chorus: lil durk]
some n*ggas don’t pull up with drills
they’ll come around tryna sell my lean
why you bringin’ up the murder? tryna give police a lead
even though i got a bag, i cannot leave you on these streets
ain’t no rich s*x, when i f*ck you, i gotta take off all these rings
know a n*gga say he a k!ller, now they turned him into a minion
n*ggas always say they love you, gotta watch ’em, that’s the thing
got that call, they k!lled my homie, man, i wish that sh*t a dream
i know a n*gga in the feds, he say the buildin’ ran by fiends

[verse 1: dababy]
when the feds picked up my partner, it hit me inside (yeah, yeah)
tried to give him seventeen, but he got three to five (three)
when he get outside his momma ain’t gon’ be alive (nah)
so i’ma f*ck two hoes at the time, one of ’em his and the other one mine (both of ’em mine)

[verse 2: lil durk]
i f*cked a ho, but baby mama and i raw dog
i done popped one half of this pill and it gave me lockjaw (it gave me lockjaw)
had to invest it into these streets when they took my dawg (my dawg)
they in the city, ridin’ the stainless, lookin’ for top dawg
i know sometimes y’all miss y’all mans, but he got caught
got caught, really havin’ shootouts in that trackhawk, trackhawk
time to do a hit, let’s go and smash out, he backed out
crate full of guns, they tryna sell ’em, then i cash out
two shots to the head and one face shot, just for bad mouth
i know you really don’t mean what you had said, that’s that xan mouth
know some n*ggas say they super trill but they fanned out
get you by yourself and they’ll ask you for a handout
two thou’ for alexander mcqueen, spend that on my pants now
told ike leave his b*tch for the streets, go f*ck around and get on cash now
i’m so turnt up and i got cash now

[verse 3: dababy]
pull up with two irons, i let ’em all off
but now you duck, i’m tryna knock your drawers off
they scared to front me, know i’ma take ’em all on
run off on the same n*gga three time
see him in the mall, throw a peace sign
brown skin b*tch, south beach fine
and she way more fire than my old ho
i’m movin’ around on the bro code
your baby daddy and your bro ghost
rob a n*gga for a thick b*tch
take your ho and gave her deep d*ck
i just heard me on the radio
might sell a pound at the quicktrip
i used the patek before, now they paid me
and you know my prices be hot now
i used to tell all my b*tches i love ’em
but now a n*gga don’t gotta lie now
most of these rappers are made to be b*tches
but durk on that gangster sh*t right now
ten n*gga, twenty guns in the room
n*gga turnin’ atlanta to chi*town
and you know

- lil durk lyrics

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