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.38 Special

 

.38 Special


Turn me way up, turn me way up, way up
(DY Krazy)
Put on my headphones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
NLMB, 150, dream team, 999
Huh, huh, huh, huh, uh

Anything you can do I can do better
Pull up stunnin no matter the weather
If she want the D, know that she know that she gotta bring her lil' amiga, I fuck 'em together
Mix the Rick with the Raf on the jacket, that's clever
Raf Simons pockets hold my heavy metal
Remember I was toting a .38 special
Stoned to the bone, was a 5 star rebel
She wanna fuck, I might let her
Gotta be a ten, I won't settle
But first she gotta eat wifey out
I wanna see if she can get on our level
When I stopped doing xans, hit a whole another level
Started doing percs, looked in the mirror, saw the Devil
Fam like "Slow down, need to stop it fella" (Why?)
Still count millions like Rockefeller
Nah, I'm finna marry my bae
Al Pacino money with the bank (Oh)
Triple 9 General, I'm top rank
Breaking down minerals, smoking on stank
All these pictures that I paint come from visions in my brain
Yeah, pop pills 'til I'll faint, closet look like NRA
Baby that blackout PS3, get you wetter than a sprinkler, a tub, or a sink
I'm a champion, most of these niggas be fake, mannequin
My gun got hungry so it ate, like sandwiches
Get yo' head took off (Off), my accuracy is great, can't handle it
Took his head off of his shoulders, dismantled it
They couldn't tell it was him 'cause of the damages (Fuck nigga)

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, go), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go bitch, go bitch, go bitch), uh

I work so hard for myself, diamonds I bought, bling, huh
No, I'm not Latin, but gang, gang baby, I guess I'm a damn king
I walk in the building and say I do what I want
Niggas ain't doing a damn thing
Get in the way, get sprayed like mace (Sheesh)
So I've been doing my damn thing
Thank God I don't gotta move birds
I still stay flyer than birds (Wings)
Shoot 'em, Larry Bird, good luck if we on the same team
Loyalty, I can not switch sides, for all my niggas, I'm riding
Through the high and low tides, surfing and gliding
Soul searching, surviving, I heat up the climate (Brrt, grrah)
I don't wanna be, shh, quiet
Gon' suppress my gun, make it silent
Mixing Biscotti and Runtz, I been flying
I'm a dog, Rottweiler, ain't no one on one's, we dogpiling
Hundred round of drugs if you can't calm down yet

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, go), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go bitch, go bitch, go bitch), uh

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