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no loyalty - pro dillinger & futurewave lyrics

[intro: pro dillinger]
big one nine sh*t, n*gga (big umbrella sh*t, you heard?)
uh
yo

[verse 1: pro dillinger]
regardless of what happen, i’ma get this money (regardless)
regardless of what happens, i’ma keep it scummy (uh)
i be playin’ in the dirt, the hole is deep and muddy (and muddy)
i gotta eat, my babies hungry, gotta keep ’em chubby (starvin’)
n*ggas hate me, i don’t care because they b*tches love me (uh)
i’m one nine, black*flaggin’, but my b*tch is bloddy (blah)
you a player, try and take it from me (try)
you a gangster, try and take it from me (try)
i been walkin’ where the hate is on mе (yeah)
i been walkin’ where thе snakes is on me (snakes)
god watchin’ me, but satan’s on me
lord, bless ’em, and may the good lord protect and make it holy (uh)
open the coke, wanna drink it slowly (proof)
i’m the one and only (the one), i got work and your mother owe me
i put in work, y’all don’t f*ckin’ know me (f*ck outta here)
big dirt, a n*gga been dirt, i put that on my brother tony (tony)
my face clean, it ain’t nothin’ on me

[chorus: pro dillinger & daniel son]
got the drip, but it drop
ain’t n0body loyal, n*ggas flip and they flop
plates at the table, tryna get me a spot
time runnin’ out, i gotta get me a watch
sent them a message and they sent me a shot
sent a couple back, they tried to send me a lot
money in the street, i’m tryna get me a lot
hatin’ n*ggas mad, tryna get me to flop (what you hatin’ for? f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout?)
[verse 2: daniel son]
since a youngin had to learn sh*t, let ’em all burn
on this highway to h*ll, you gotta question all turns (where we at?)
see who gets the call first, one circumference (uh*huh)
verse is flawless, aggressive offense, yeah
tip the bartender and the b*tch get no vent beside the 12 (five*o)
tried to dip tight, slipped the car up in there (beep)
waist sl!ck, shorty got the french tips like carmela (shorty)
car with the filler, courtyard thrillers
fly home, my girl whipped the pepper steak up in red lace
rusty .38, no dead weight, don’t let it rotate (doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot)
that’s checkmate, i get a hundred shows upstate to set the pace (pace)
one bottle ain’t enough, get the case (case)
she got the fenty in her veins, she hyperventilate (godd*mn)
she wanna know if she od’d, do she see heaven’s gates? (she wanna know)
or a thousand years in purgatory, let her wait (f*ck it, let her wait)
i’m dishin’ by some checks and it’s worth it to separate, brown bag

[chorus: pro dillinger]
got the drip, but it drop
ain’t n0body loyal, n*ggas flip and they flop
plates at the table, tryna get me a spot
time runnin’ out, i gotta get me a watch
sent them a message and they sent me a shot
sent a couple back, they tried to send me a lot
money in the street, i’m tryna get me a lot
hatin’ n*ggas mad, tryna get me to flop

- pro dillinger futurewave lyrics

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