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we dat - memo600 lyrics

[intro]
arcazeonthebeat
steve drive, six o
steve drive

[verse 1]
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, off thеse ziggies, i can’t feel my face (go, go, go)
i done moved my ass to the a (baow), and then i caught a case
you ain’t takin’ sh*t from memo (nuh*uh), you can take one to the face (brr)
switchy on a choppa (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr), he’ll catch it, and it got a trace
sippin’ on that wock’ (flocka), i’m like i’m flocka (flocka), f*ck up out my face (flocka)
i be slidin’ on my uncle opps in another state (skrr)
how these n*ggas steady gettin’ booked, then they got their sticks (yeah)
n*ggas know about memo six o, b*tch i’m gdk (steve drive)

[interlude: king von]
let me know if you don’t like me, if you don’t, let me know how you don’t like me
that’s what it is, i been told by people, it don’t gotta be for a reason
i don’t know why, i don’t care why
but, it can be that, you see what i’m sayin’? i ain’t no goofy, like what the f*ck?
then i play hard, i play…
[verse 2]
my shorty ‘nem, they get the lo’ lo’, pay ’em, they gon’ nae nae (lo’)
b*tch, i am a savage on my block like dayvon bennett (go, go, go)
scratchin’ off in a trackhawk (skrr), cause memo, i been meanin’ it (skrr)
go, so, don’t play my peeves (baow), they know we play for keeps (baow)
six o, we clean the streets (baow), and i won’t cuff no ick
n*ggas ain’t did no murders (nuh*uh), a lot of n*ggas they accessory (nuh*uh)
i won’t trust no set (nuh*uh), “i’m old”, that b*tch gon’ get the best of me (buss)
and i’m with them shooters, they on point, carmelo anthony (baow)
bail about them koopa chains (baow), you down (baow), won’t show no sympathy (baow)

[interlude 2: edai]
a lot of n*ggas, n*ggas out here hollywood and ‘nem, man, memo
i ain’t gon’ say no names though, a lot of these n*ggas hollywood
a street n*gga like me ain’t on no hollywood sh*t, you know?
streets f*ck with realness, you know?
been real, these fufu n*ggas get exposed

[chorus]
i don’t f*ck with these rappers, told em “michael jackson, beat it”
callin’ up my ziggies man, cause lord knows i need that
mike amiri my jeans, and all my j, i know they see that
n*ggas they be lame, reach for ‘mo chain and it’s gon’ be that
59th and 60th of king drive, that’s where we be at
n*ggas they be tend to d*ck, we catch ’em where it’s at
and i’ll check your b’s, b*tch, we [?] just where i bleed at
i ain’t dj khaled, but these b*tches know that we that
[verse 3]
b*tch know that i’m that n*gga, i’m big steppa, no exposin’ me (b*tch)
pop a n*gga, he lookin’ at my necklace, ain’t no [?] (baow, baow, baow)
everywhere i go they know i bang my set, these n*ggas hoes to me (six o)
i don’t give a f*ck who you is, it’s that, b*tch, i’m memo the beast
i got hoes hold doors for me (go), i got hoes get dough to me (go)
catch a n*gga on camera with my mask on, so they won’t notice me (go, go, go)

[outro]
lot of these n*ggas ain’t never did sh*t, man
f*ckin’ goofies, these n*ggas be accessories
witnesses, n*ggas
go

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