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southside jane - duvy lyrics

[intro: duvy]
yeah, yeah, uh, huh
uh, oh, woah, uh
oh, woah
it’s duvy, yeah (aeo boomin on the track)
grrt, bah

[chorus: duvy]
i said i won’t do it again
pop a perc and i hit road, ain’t no more pretendin’ we friends
a slime, fo’ sho’, so i hit her friend up again
been a road before the license, we on your block once again
brodie no fight, ain’t mike tyson
don’t do the tweakin’ or typin’
no typin’, you wasn’t really there with me
but i really wanted you with me
i made that girl slime, i told her, “be mine”
she bad and she one of a kind
want you on this ride, it gon’ be aight
shootouts on jane, it get live
bags on bags, straps, let’s flip ’em

[verse: john c & duvy]
uh, bags on bags, yeah, gotta chip it
this one, .40 cal, this is a smithen
[?]
most of my dawgs, they lookin’ and creepin’
i’m with the pollies, no politician
nah, nah, nah, nah*ah*ah
i’m with the pollies, no politician
my n*ggas, they blood, go hard for my blooda
we just gon’ grind just like no other, yeah
i’ma just go trap, yeah, go get it
they on the block servin’ ’em ‘tina
love the little b*tch, i love her demeanour
yeah, yeah, slime clean up
hittin’ they block, just me and the heater, yeah, yeah
pop a perc, i’ma feel like me again
i ain’t got no f*ckin’ friends, i’m chasin’ benjamins
hunt for the dough, hunt for the cheddar
duvy gon’ grind like no other
grind for my brothers, yeah, yeah
i came [?] and i linked duvy on the 17
and there’s sixteen shots in my glock, one in the head, seventeen
i don’t come from a crescent or a boulevard, i was in the drive with the fiends
and i ain’t gotta tell a n*gga twice ’cause you know what i mean
it’s a 40, compact, i’ma step back, hit you up with my neens
and my n*ggas they came from the drive*drive with my dawg 17
caught a opp in the church, i beat it up, they heard it all in connections
southside to the church, southside to the finch what we reppin’
uh, uh
[chorus: duvy]
i said i won’t do it again
pop a perc and i hit road, ain’t no more pretendin’ we friends
a slime, fo’ sho’, so i hit her friend up again
been a road before the license, we on your block once again
brodie no fight, ain’t mike tyson
don’t do the tweakin’ or typin’
no typin’, you wasn’t really there with me
but i really wanted you with me
i made that girl slime, i told her, “be mine”
she bad and she one of a kind
want you on this ride, it gon’ be aight
shootouts on jane, it get live
bags on bags, straps, let’s flip ’em

- duvy lyrics

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