DC Young Fly 2 Shots Lyrics
See if I can do this shit in one take I got TRL in the mornin'
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Just got some shit on my mind, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Look Love when we talkin' bout bars, 'cause I swear mine go hard
Got nothin' in your pocket but you speak about raps
But you don't wanna speak about facts, but f*ck that
Yeah your car nice to mine, but please don't make me draw behind
With a .45 (.....) had the Audemars
And the focus make the target rise
My partner locked up, free him, nigga
Know what it feels like to be him, nigga
But we gotta scuffle when he get out
'Cause he disrespecting me, and I'm the only one that feed him, nigga
Damn, that shit hurt, I'm the one that make the clip work
Better ask about me when that nigga pull that mask up out me
Boy I'm the only one that make the clip burst, you b*tch work
I break bread with my clique first, did it first
Talk about the ones, both did dirt
Robbed niggas, sold dope, doin' big work
Stabbed in the hand it took me two years to make my wrist work
Nigga, yeah, for real
Stabbed in the hand, boy, it took me two years to make my wrist work
Collectively but we lost one, but we got about a hunned some (.....) in
R.I.P my bigger brother Richie, but the struggle real turned me into a business man
I remember f*ckin' b*tches with a pistol in my hand, 'cause I know she got a man
F*ck that, I'ma kill that p*ssy tonight, yeah, man I hope he understand
Look, don't lose your life about a b*tch, dawg, especially we both hit, dawg
'Cause I came here for pleasure, but please don't make me turn this motherf*cker to a lick dawg
So big dawg, get your p*ssy a** down, for real
'Cause I'm really with the shit, now get the clip
The pistol grip, release from hip, then hit ya lip
I plead the fifth, f*ck you mean, stupid motherf*cker?
Haha, thats all I got to say to you niggas for right now
Until you niggas make me mad, again
F*ck you mean, y'all niggas know what's happenin'
DC for life, RIP Richard
Know that.
Lyrics Submitted by Malcolm Ndire