
letra de dayday & craig pt. 4 - dee play4keeps & roscoe g
[intro]
it’s that deeplay4keeps n-gga o’s up never gz
c’mere
[chorus: deeplay4keeps]
the hi-point jammed on me i was sick
like, under the bridge tryna cl!ck
4-5, he tried to run and he slipped
dummy, loafin’ lackin’ for a kiss
please don’t get shot for thinkin’ with your d-ck
t-this n-gga really lackin’ for a mitch
[?], but i started buggin’
throw 6 that’s out of the stick
older heads duckin’ and runnin’ they wigs
[?] will never forget
i got grabba with papers, that n-gga hit
t-tagged right all in his sh-t
gotti you a pet needa get off our d-ck
sh- free budda he know what it is
free jah savv he come home and it’s lit
baow baow baow, he gon’ hear that when i cl!ck
[verse 1: roscoe g]
baow baow baow baow (throw on a bike call me deebo)
h-he was just lackin’ that boy is a free throw
parked up on thеy side block, like and we got about 8 polеs
doin too much on the net, get that lil b-tch to get his lo
tryna catch me a basket, i’m tryna go to columbus
every scene i was on, i was the one who was dumpin’
like, if you ask about roscoe, i’m top 3 who be uppin’
baow, target practice in drew
(i’m tryna take off a pumpkin)
[verse 2: deeplay4keeps]
when she hear the o’s is comin’
throwin’ that ass like poppin’ titties in the function
opp thot, twistin her fingers she buggin’
like she don’t know that we smokin’ her buzzin’
i get rushed when i’m feenin’ to up it
g2 saggin’ my pants when i tuck it
d-dae dae and craig get to blitzin’ and huntin’
get the ski and the loot on the road and we runnin’
like, don’t die on a friday
hit you up then we hit the highway
i’d a say out of all [?]
back to the money, like no it’s more time to waste
n-gga, i still smoke fries
hit the harlem shake, i still smoke rah
that’s a dead 8
o’s up never gz cbc be the gang
[chorus: deeplay4keeps]
the hi-point jammed on me i was sick
like, under the bridge tryna cl!ck
4-5, he tried to run and he slipped
dummy, loafin’ lackin’ for a kiss
please don’t get shot for thinkin’ with your d-ck
t-this n-gga really lackin’ for a mitch
[?], but i started buggin’
throw 6 that’s out of the stick
older heads duckin’ and runnin’ they wigs
[?] will never forget
i got grabba with papers, that n-gga hit
t-tagged right all in his sh-t
gotti you a pet needa get off our d-ck
sh- free budda he know what it is
free jah savv he come home and it’s lit
baow baow baow, he gon’ hear that when i cl!ck
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