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aint out - day3 lyrics

(respect the motherf*ckin’ dribblers
free the motherf*ckin’ locs
long live y.c., long live baby buecc
f*ck all the opps
you know how the f*ck we comin’, man, on hoodstas)

[day3]
they said the sways ain’t out
so we back up in the hoochies
hit 7*9s first
‘cause the 8*4s dookie
you n*ggas speak on h*llboy
but yellin’ “long live duecy.”
oh, you from 716?
i’m finna start me a movie
it’s t.s.1
but project 2, you n*ggas know what’s up
slide through the opps like pop off
and shoot a bubble up
and you ain’t from the deuce
‘cause he ain’t known for really gunnin’ stuff (dead homies)
(dead homiеs) they say the sways ain’t out, so we—
thеy said the sways ain’t out, now we back up in the hoochies
hit the 7*9s first
‘cause the 84s dookie
n*ggas speak on h*llboy, but yellin’ “long live deucy”
you from 716? i’m finna start me a movie
it’s t.s.1, but project 2, you n*ggas know what’s up
slide through the opps like pop*opp, to shoot a bubble up
and he ain’t from the deuce, ‘cause he ain’t really known for gunnin’ stuff
(dead homies)
[jetbkeezy]
dead homies, the sways ain’t out, so we back up in the flops
lil bd hop out, chase a n*gga out his socks
you ain’t never did sh*t, last snoover got popped
you ain’t tryna get up on him? brother, pass me the rock
.45 got a drum, with a b*tton on the back
and it’s free lil’ smack, certified, caught a hat
on the east with a drake, tryna catch a 9 tramp
i’ma get up on him, i’ma chase down on the ave
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
and it’s free sway k!ller, east born
every time i hit camp, i’m goin’ dumb in the dorm
no cap, .45 made his head hunt the h*rn
it was me, lil bd, bam 3 in the foreign
bounce out, walk down on sight everybody gotta load
we don’t gotta take the bike, yeah, i’m so pk
on stanford ave with the mac
and i’m all down ***, tryna shoot him in his back

[shotta4oe]
my kids on 87th, it’s belt to ass if they actin’ up
fitted all black, pullin’ skits out the maxima
call a n*gga bluff, i can tell when they just actin’ tough
try some f*ck sh*t in the county and bet i stab you up
give me the pole, i’m the reason why it spark a lot
everyday century and main, we in the parking lot
parked the beamer up and get head in the darkest spot
ridin’ ‘round the hood, see somethin’ junkie, i’ma make it stop
hit the corner, spin around, i’m guaranteed to pop dough
last time the opps scored with pnb and pop smoke
ask frog, 5 and up for pullin’ up to roscoe’s
baggin’ sh*t up like i was checkin’ out at costco
we don’t f*ck with 7*9’s, hit his ass with 7*9’s
mckinley to century, we left the murder scene televised
8*7 nothin’, all them gangster n*ggas h*lla nice
all this gunpowder from me blowin’ on this metal nine

- day3 lyrics

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