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courtney bell - deebo lyrics

[intro: courtney bell]
irocksays music
brrt
body, ayy

[verse: courtney bell & icewear vezzo]
they like, “how he on the block, but be with n+ggas that be conscious?”
cutty just broke down the block, you cross that line and they gon’ drop you
beat the doors off the hinges, twenty+five these n+ggas clockin’
got my hands out the mix, but somehow still makin’ profit, n+gga
yeah, court don’t wanna hang ’cause i be robbin’
he like, “brodie, change your hobbies, you too known to still be wildin’
i’m like, “n+gga, didn’t you just set me up?” let’s switch the topic
these amiri pants, i switch up styles, double+cup, pour out my problems, b+tch (ayy, look)
brodie servin’ jeans, down the way these n+ggas toxic
try to leave, but they need h+ll and who gon’ speak if i don’t stop ’em?
f+ck a chain, i bought the hood, built the block up with my partners
find a small town and lock it when you playin’ with them outlets, n+gga (yeah)
yeah, this the hottest sh+t right now and it ain’t out yet
n+ggas trap, wait, where the mouse at? send some shots right where your scalp at
flew them birds down to the a, f+ck around, could be a falcon
wrist rocked up, look like a mountain, we was hustlin’ in the projects, n+gga (ayy)
i’m good in my section, huh, golden ticket, i’m protected
watch how you move, my young n+ggas reckless, i send a cue, they comin’ with steppers, n+gga
i hop out with fn, up it and come out your necklace
play by the rules and got all my blessings, wear all my jewels when i’m in the trenches, gang (look)
don’t play with your life, little brodie murkin’ for his stripes
a thousand joints’ll change your life, he think he percy servin’ ice (yeah)
bought my shawty birkie, off a perc’, she f+ck me right
got twenty chains, i’m h+lla bright, ain’t servin’ perc’, we servin’ white, n+gga (ayy, look)
brodie servin’ life for touchin’ boys like pedophiles
it’s up to me to set ’em free, i keep it clean and hold sh+t down
i set him up (i blow him down), you sippin’ tuss (slow it down)
your kidneys fail and you can’t sleep, that sh+t ain’t g (i’m on it now, gang)

- courtney bell lyrics

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