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vacant house - tlg deuce lyrics

[intro: tlg deuce]
couple ways, we’ll get this sh*t shakin’ a couple ways
cook crack, a couple n*ggas got ’em busy with strap
it’s a couple hoes want my d*ck, a couple n*ggas is f*gs
they out here worried ’bout the next n*gga bag, b*tch

[verse 1: tlg deuce]
i got some dead friends that’ll get your head blown
watch the hollows go through ear*to*ear just like some headphones
got introduced to h, i heard that i could stand on it
should snap a helipad, the way i’m finna land on it
i took a step back from rap to get my bands long
needed to get in position to get them grams gone
i could sell anything i put my hands on
ran through a hundred zips on that obama*brand phone
my counter brokе on my b*tch, i’m like, “why me?”
she said i need to makе up a plan, i’m like, “try b”
usin’ code words sellin’ oranges, i got hi*c
with a white b*tch snortin’ three lines, her name y*3
grew up in the era of the hustle, not the user
when n*ggas sold keys, not the ones on the computer
expensive rip cruiser, you be ridin’ ’round in ubers
i was always poppin’, b*tch, you hung around with losers

[chorus: steven b the great]
who be chasin’ all that chicken that won’t make it out?
who be servin’ all them fiends in the vacant house?
we’ll take them birds, take ’em to the south
gettin’ money out a vacant house
who be chasin’ all that chicken that won’t make it out?
who be servin’ all them fiends in the vacant house?
we’ll take them birds, take ’em to the south
gettin’ all this money out a vacant house
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
nine days out the week, i be chasin’ blues
it’s a thousand grams in here, let this b*tch stay in cruise
i’m sellin’ oranges with my brother, he be takin’ blues
stop takin’ pics, i’m tryna cheat, b*tch, you gon’ make me lose
the cut we use six hundred dollars, this ain’t baby food
i feel like frank, i hit this sh*t and it turn baby blue
caught a n*gga skippin’, popped his ass, he should’ve stayed in school
you catch me slippin’, pop my ass, ’cause i can’t wait to shoot
just had to beat a n*gga ass, it’s me, louie, and deuce
i had a six, i drunk a four and gave louie a deuce
yellow ‘cat with tint lookin’ like a pack of juicy fruit
little*ass bag, you gon’ fall off, you buy some gucci shoes
he finna pull up to the crib, i’m in his grass waitin’
b*tch p*ssy was fire, i done fell asleep ass*naked
you take too long to move the bag, i be fast pacin’
right now i’m the newest scat’ on clio road drag racin’

[chorus: steven b the great]
who be chasin’ all that chicken that won’t make it out?
who be servin’ all them fiends in the vacant house?
we’ll take them birds, take ’em to the south
gettin’ money out a vacant house
who be chasin’ all that chicken that won’t make it out?
who be servin’ all them fiends in the vacant house?
we’ll take them birds, take ’em to the south
gettin’ all this money out a vacant house
[verse 3: louie ray]
you take an l and lookin’ lost from it
once i permanent diamond my grill, i’ma talk funny
this b*tch got the seal on it, come and bid for it
he a rookie, they gon’ cook him at the crib for it, uh
i can get broke down today, let me break down an onion
i could pull to where i want and do collabs for nothin’
bro, i think i’m done with rappin’ ’cause it be trash buzzin’
sellin’ dope behind my mama back before i said somethin’
i ain’t skip one, not a step, bro, i hit every one
tryna pull my n*ggas out and i ain’t sparin’ one
might as well have a group of hoes, ’cause i be sharin’ one
don’t tell me how to run no trap unless you ran one
got this money in my pocket eatin’ me up
i did one*ninety gettin’ to this b*tch, i ate the street up
i put ten hundreds in one hand, i tore a g up
f*ckin’ off this rapper money daily, not the re*up

- tlg deuce lyrics

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