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sign nda's - luhh dyl lyrics

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[intro: luhh dyl]
i can’t even move, this chain on me and sh*t
my coffee in here
uh*huh
uh*huh
yeah
let the beat ride like that, uh*huh
slow down (uh*huh, uh*huh, go get it)

[chorus: luhh dyl]
we got so many ‘bows in this b*tch, you would think it’s a farm
chain cost a leg and an arm
be puttin’ that sh*t on daily, i don’t think hard
get smacked up for thinkin’ he hard
if n*ggas ain’t gang, i’m makin’ ’em stay far away, can’t have n*ggas thinkin’ they ours
they wanna come in, we make hoes sign ndas, they know that they dealin’ with stars
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b*tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh*t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco (slow down)

[verse 1: luhh dyl & lil darius]
spin the whole block ’til the block gone
snow first like i threw icyhot on
they puttin’ my name in the hot zone
i can name instagram hoes that i f*cked ‘fore i got on (come on, i am not lyin’)
we be outside (uh*huh)
you ain’t gon’ slide? n*gga, step aside (uh*huh)
you ain’t gon’ ride? n*gga, catch a ride
up the rod, make him pick his side, we k!ll him if he can’t decide (yeah)
[verse 2: lil darius]
i been gettin’ money since baby boy, i feel like tyrese gibson
forever player, b*tch half kardashian, but i still be pimpin’
my youngins turnt, they comin’ trim, but they know i come the trimmest
i don’t f*ck with trish, i’m sippin’ wock’, sh*t got me walkin’ flimsy
diamonds dancin’, sh*t be hip shakin’ like it come from philly
i almost f*cked a fan, on the real, lil’ b*tch done tried to rizz me
n*gga drop a diss, i drop a ten, my lil’ bro go and spin it
d*mn, i’m surprised my n*gga ain’t f*ckin’ dizzy
could’ve been on druski how that n*gga stand on f*ckin’ business
twenty bad b*tches in the bnb, just me and dyl
my car ain’t cryin’, but the whip i’m ridin’ redeye for real
i been lit, i wasn’t nothin’ but seventeen, like josh, i was payin’ bills
glock 19, it hold a thirty*two, call it baby o’neal
i’m havin’ motion, pockets look obese, my sh*t on uncle phil

[chorus: luhh dyl]
we got so many ‘bows in this b*tch, you would think it’s a farm
chain cost a leg and an arm
be puttin’ that sh*t on daily, i don’t think hard
get smacked up for thinkin’ he hard
if n*ggas ain’t gang, i’m makin’ ’em stay far away, can’t have n*ggas thinkin’ they ours
they wanna come in, we make hoes sign ndas, they know that they dealin’ with stars
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b*tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh*t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco
[outro: luhh dyl]
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b*tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh*t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco

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