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d-lo116 - dyyye richhh lyrics

[bridge: d-lo116]
dream k!lla
lyfe steal
tryna bring me down but i got sum reala
taste the fresh fruit it can taste real sweeter
but when you come around the fruit becomes bitta
cain k!lled abel
flawless, fatal
demons was inside us, this ain’t no fable
want adidas over checks tho
18 no flex yo
reminder, makin’ up ur mind, weeknd wit da xo

[verse 1: d-lo116]
i was out late late, cops on me bro
said i knew nun, i was lyin’ to dat hoe
you know the right decision, don act like you don know
never seen love i had glock no cupid’s bow
two guns, mac-10, what i used to do
lookin’ at me now you think i was livin’ prude
wanna dye n go heaven, what to do, i already knew
cuz they want me dead but i wanted it too

[bridge: d-lo116]
cop k!lla
drugs deala
tryna temp me devil but i got sum reala
taste the fresh fruit it can taste real sweeter
but when you come around the fruit becomes bitta
cain k!lled abel
flawless, fatal
demons was inside us, this ain’t no fable
want adidas over checks tho
18 no flex yo
reminder, makin’ up ur mind, weeknd wit da xo

[hook: d-lo116]
i said, if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
i said, man i got wit christ now imma rich
i said, if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
i said, man i got wit christ now imma rich
i ain’t talkin’ bread, i’m talkin’ spirit, ain’t no money mitch
can’t heal a scar wit a band-aid or a st-tch
if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
man i got wit christ now imma rich

[verse 2: mk2iceyy]
if i die young i wanna die rich
i can k!ll my haters even with my silence
all my hittas are gorillas they be wildin’
ain’t no cages in the field is where you’ll find them
i told you boy
we sum drillas
just a couple humble hittas wit a happy trigger finger
if you wanna live this life you gotta pay the price
and if you choose the streets you know you gotta give yo life
that’s the street code, but real hittas know that’s the g code
i can take yo chick turn her out into the freak mode
the beast mode
sorry i’m too odee
if i die young i wanna be rich homie
smokin’ on my weed, sippin’ 40
i’m vibin wit my chick, if you know me
if you really bout yo paper lil homie, show me
if you really pistol packin’ better keep it on the lowkey

[bridge: d-lo116 & mk2iceyy]
dream k!lla
lyfe steala
tryna bring me down but i got sum reala
taste the fresh fruit it can taste real sweeter
but when the devil comes around and the fruit becomes bitta
cain k!lled abel
flawless, fatal
demons was inside us, this ain’t no fable
want adidas over checks tho
18, no flex, yo
reminder, makin’ up ur mind, weeknd wit da xo

[hook: d-lo116 & mk2iceyy]
i said, if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
i said, man i got wit christ now imma rich
i said, if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
i said, man i got wit christ now imma rich
i ain’t talkin’ bread, i’m talkin’ spirit, ain’t no money mitch
can’t heal a scar wit a band-aid or a st-tch
if i dye tonight then imma dye rich
man i got wit christ now imma rich

- d lo116 lyrics

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