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down for my shit - dj live wire lyrics

[verse 1: lil lo]
fresh out the junt, time to make me some ends meet
creep to the hotspot, comin’ up on that quarter key
all about that business, takin’ care of my bizzack
nic*nac, just stack, all my cheese and keep them pockets fat
while all these robbin’*ass n*ggas tryna get some
big bag, glock popped, one of these busters screamin’ redrum
taste the lead from my glock, tryna stop my cash flow
make a sucker suffer, when that ass from me like a hoe
murder weapon, i’m slippin’ a clip, too quick for you to getaway
caught up in a homicide but coppers know it’s fair play
back to my cheesе, hit the track like a drug bust
[?] drop this sh*t off, b*tches facе down, buster
n*gga, bite the dust
now i’m boomin’ yam, finna come up with another scam
i’m plottin’ up on you dope n*ggas, my trigger just don’t give a d*mn
wham bam bricks, addin’ clout to my industries
distribute them crack rocks to you junkies that be smokin’ g
everything is business, b*tch, really tho, yean know
pimp sh*t too thick, in the mister nine quad, ho
lo is ’bout his business, so trick b*tch, you ain’t the sh*t
[?], hizzain, nig’, i’m down for my sh*t, b*tch

[chorus: lil lo]
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
[verse 2: lil lo]
these junkies better be too proud to beg
’cause lo is ’bout his shizzit when i front a hard leg
so i [?] up on some crack, pack my gat and quick to camp a trick
pockets stayin’ swole ’cause i’m stackin’ like the government
trick, b*tch, don’t violate, high cappin’ like you’re hard tho
came for robbin’ n*ggas with the quickness, give me your cash flow
ninety percent of these n*ggas that’s slangin’ this sh*t, they gettin’ they wig split
i’m robbin’ you n*ggas like [?], and lettin’ my nina make the f*ckin’ hit
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
i sip a, sit up into my glizzock, n*gga, hit the floor
get up off this sh*t, b*tch, you’ll meet my f*ckin’ chrome thang
occupation stangin’, so i’m outie boomin’ cocaine
got my ass in, with them ounces, then i moved to pounds
five rounds of servin’ clowns, and on the track these junkies down
to get a n*gga rich and make my pockets full of presidents
as i take a slide to the house and camp my green leaves
all about this struggle, now my pockets full of cheese
so i sit back and relax, laid back, feelin’ a breeze
i’m servin’ like the western, runnin’, gotta get paid for a key
because the style of the rich and pimpin’, down for this sh*t, b*tch

[chorus: lil lo]
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, drop it off your
drop it off your ass, b*tch, grip my yalk and pop a hoe
drop it off your ass, drop it off your ass, b*tch

- dj live wire lyrics

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