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letra de believer - d-lo

[intro: d-lo]
rude boy, n-gga
rude boy, n-gga
ayy
i know the game be shook when they see us
(them n-ggas do though)
and that’s on citas
i know the game be shook when they see us
ayy, look
d-lo
ayy

[verse 1: d-lo]
thirteen shots in this stock, b-tch, i’m james harden
we just slid in the rental, gotta change cars (gotta change cars)
she said i make that p-ssy wet, she had to change draws (she had to change ’em?)
when we was young, me and my n-ggas f-cked the same broads
now it’s bank cards, rubber bands ’round these dead men (’round these dead men)
he stole the drakey, boy, you know that you a dead man (yeah)
mathematically i’m the coldest n-gga that do this sh-t
don’t want my fans to know that i really be out here shootin’ sh-t
light skinned b-tch, man that little booty natural (that little booty natural)
caught a n-gga slippin’, started yellin’, “black lives matter”
ayy, i been off this hen a little too much
my b-tch be textin’ me trippin’ like i don’t give two f-cks (nope)
yesterday i had like ten bands, now i’m like fifty up
i’m a ceo, when it’s time to deal i get this chicken up
when it’s time to slide, don’t be b-tchin’ up
this 40 got a switch on it, have to put 50 stick on it

[chorus: nemz]
i know the game be shook when they see us (oh)
bands in my pocket got me tryna lift my gs up
i spent your whole pay on these sneakers
give me time, i’ma make ’em all believers
yeah
they can never block my shine
like a diamond in the rought, come find
you’ll gain if you finna pack me with dollar signs

[verse 2: d-lo]
when the funk really go down (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
who’s really ready to ride?
i go yay for the team
i spray for the team, bought h-lla glocks and ks for the team, on god
i know the opps be shook when they see us (when they see us)
i was with my b-tch, almost k!lled a n-gga on citas (on citas)
scary n-gga went to jail and found jesus (what?)
fresh glock out the box, little caesars
gone for two years now i’m back like they owe me somethin’ (like they owe me)
they gon’ have to show me somethin’, forty with like thirty something (like thirty)
may auntie nisha, she a gangster, swear to god
man, i love that b-tch to death, excuse my french, man, i’m high
what type a n-gga go to jail and wanna pray to the gods? (pray to the gods)
kick a high speed, middle finger to cops (middle finger to cops)
see, i’ma make ’em a believer, n-gga, you took that
these two glocks by my side, i swear to god, they gon’ leave you, n-gga

[chorus: nemz]
i know the game be shook when they see us
bands in my pocket got me tryna lift my gs up
i spent your whole pay on these sneakers
give me time, i’ma make ’em all believers
yeah
they can never block my shine
like a diamond in the rought, come find
you’ll gain if you finna pack me with dollar signs (signs)

[outro: nemz]
ohh-ooh
only if you’re gonna pay me, yeah
ohh-ooh
only if you’re gonna pay me, yeah
ohh-ooh
only
ohh-ooh
ohh
ohh-ooh

- d lo

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