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barely legal - dat way lyrics

dat way lyrics
[intro: jø.]
i don’t know what i’ve been told
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold
i don’t know what i’ve been told (that way)
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: chowder band$]
packing my bags and got back on the road
young n+ggas cracking the code
pushing the whip like some sh+t that i stole
packing the these shows like i’m packing my bowl
i packed out her n+gga took the pack then i go
moving too fast but, i keep my control
i’m on your ass but, i keep my composure
field it got range but, look small in this rover !!!
i bear witness but, i ain’t jehovah
still telling lies for my guys that be whipping that sh+t moving bricks out the back of that ‘yota
used to want friends, now i want me some closure
n+ggas done changed evеr since i got older
puff of my chest ‘causе my neck carry boulders
b+tch you ain’t mine you can’t cry on my shoulders
nothing but lies in them dreams that i sold her
[chorus: chowder band$]
that+ (bullsh+t)
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
that way

[verse 2: jay browne]
we been at your neck like a herringbone
n+gga you ain’t stepping, you a steppingstone
said she want it raw, rolling up a cone
money calling, band$ picking up the phone
when they play your song hear a lot of clones
this an anthem for the bad ratchet hoes
a lot of naked woman sliding down the poles
a lot of naked woman slide
always had racks, god by my side
feel like shadrach stepping out the fire
this the year you all have to pick a side
standing in the middle where you finna die
bullsh+t, that way
get the strap, mac spray
revelations, last days
who’s the goat? that’s jay

[verse 3: kid dre]
i’ve been geekin’ off the void mind, got lost in that sh+t
bought my chick some new tits, now i’m lost in that b+tch
in the abyss changing my pitch
i don’t snitch on gang, n+gga, i don’t switch
get your b+tch, n+gga, she could get hit
put her on a red table, last name smith
f+ck your gang, who you be with
i’ll dry a n+gga off put ’em up like a dish
got ’em on a death+bed now he needing a wish
got a pygmy shorty, suck my d+ck
while she sucking that d+ck, might crash the b+tch
stage dive in some p+ssy hoping it got grip
grip tight like a dyk+ man i’m sick of that sh+t
best kiss your mother bye if you messing with the kid (yeah)
i ain’t dying yet but i ain’t living
stacking paper ’til i stack a billion
pray for all my n+ggas and my future children
f+ck them planes, i’m shooting at them f+ckin’ pigeons
[outro: chowder band$]
that way (bullsh+t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh+t)
send them n+ggas stepping
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh+t)
send them n+ggas stepping
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh+t)
send them n+ggas stepping
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh+t)
send them n+ggas stepping
but these p+ssy n+ggas fold
that way (bullsh+t), that way (bullsh+t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh+t)
send them n+ggas stepping

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