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d-aye - ayeee lyrics

[intro: d-aye]
from my hood to your hood, from my block to they block, you dig what i’m sayin’ (from the projects mama)
like everything i’m seein’, everything i’m related to
n-gga i’m reppin’ this sh-t for the streets, you heard (straight from the projects mama)
i know you have to relate to me, all this sh-t i’m talkin’ about

[verse 1: d-aye]
i remember days i ain’t have it, i was sleepin’ on a p-ssy mattress
i’m tryna multiply my money, flip it around, do it like gymnastics
i had to take a gamble in the streets, you know i keep a tool when i be sleep
i just be thinkin’ ’bout a lot of demons, i see a lot of n-ggas want to be me
ayy i’ll never cross on my n-ggas, no, every n-gga around me they sellin’ dope
i came off the block but i’m still here, all the real n-ggas like gotta feel him
you remember when you laughed at me?
lil b-tch i was f-cked up, now a n-gga back at it
post up in the crack alley
bad b-tch smell good so she gonna throw it back at me
i’m soaking wet, my heart ache, ayy i was sittin’ in the rain mama
pill popper, goin’ through pain mama
still sippin’ on the drank mama
before i let you play me i’ma say somethin’
i won’t let no n-gga take from me
tell a n-gga come direct mama, i’m straight from the projects mama

[chorus: d-aye]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
i wake up and get me a bankroll
sippin’ ‘tussin, is we gon’ pour up a four?
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
no time for the actin’
baby i know what you ’bout so get nasty baby
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
you know i came straight out the projects
what the hood gon’ do without me?
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
salute to the streets, know they love me
i won’t let them folks down, they can trust me

[verse 2: omb peezy]
patiently waiting for my time to come
i done told my mama that i made it
kept gettin’ in trouble for sh-t, police callin’ my mama
wouldn’t let her come and get her baby
i’m goin’ brazy, this sh-t ridiculous
how quick they be sellin’ their soul to caucasians
i just pray that i make it, these snitches been takin’ us out on the daily
sip somethin’ and get faded
they kicked in the trap, i’m glad i wasn’t there when they raided
i don’t give two f-cks, daddy ain’t there then i’m k!llin’ you baby
they got bullets, we got bullets too baby
ain’t a n-gga on earth bulletproof baby
this a forty, not a deuce deuce baby
ride with a deuce, i’ma look at you crazy
snitch might as well be a rapist
sold your soul, better off bein’ an atheist
every night i dream ’bout makin’ it
now that i made it still dream about makin’ it
snitch might as well be a rapist
sold your soul, better off bein’ an atheist
every night i dream ’bout makin’ it
now that i made it still dream about makin’ it, peezy

[verse 3: yung bleu]
stayed in the trap with a mac and a stick
i’m that lil n-gga from back in the bricks
i’m that lil n-gga got it out the mud
they know i got the wave, n-gga buzzin’
i got a stick with it, came with the d-ck in it
ain’t finna play with it, i gotta stay with it
i f-ck your b-tch on the floor, i’ma lay in it, yeah, hey
load up the cartridge, we gotta jump it
i’m from the bottom, i came out the dungeon
i keep that fire on my waist like a girdle
i get to poppin’, i make ’em do hurdles
my pockets stick out like the head on a turtle
n-gga come play with my gang, he get murdered
i send a n-gga to do you a service
i do the dash in a four door suburban
i got this money off rappin’ and servin’
i got this money off juggin’ and stickin’
i got them fleas on my finger, it’s itchin’
taliban, chopper with the extension
took the doolie, went and sat it on inches
yeah n-gga, young n-gga sh-t, n-gga yeah n-gga
gang sh-t, peezy, d-aye, n-gga you know what the f-ck goin’ on

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