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dannys tmu - dela:cyphr 2 (ft. ryry, adamant, & lil meech) lyrics

[verse 1 – ryry]
comin’ live from the n to the j
smokin’ blunts that be straight to the face
b-tch so good, i just can’t replace (nah)
fresh cuts, man, check out the fade
f-ckin’ yo bae, what can i say?
i just wanna make a mill in a day
shoot at her face, great aim
let it bang, we da the gang!
go insane, give her brain
she don’t stay sane
we on the same thang
we da gang gang…
f-ck it up! f-ck it up! f-ck it up! f-ck it up!
gang gang, check the cd (check it!)
yeah, we flexin’ on the tv (flex!)
b-tch be bad like rih rih (bad!)
money tall can’t see me (nah!)

[verse 2 – adamant]
dope as h-ll, brought it back to no avail
but the flow, be too real, hit the track then gotta bail (see ya!)
see the girl, hold her still, hit the back i’ll never fail
show and tell, watch her, watch her, watch her drink my holy grail, huh
what do you mean? when we spit it’s too obscene (no way, no way)
dance on the scene, ball in each room that we see
dela track from the dela team
mention that and hear all the screams
levy tax so the haters see
i’m in your girlfriends levi jeans (splash!)
wait! i’ll stop being s-xual, that might just be too conventional
weave in and out like a metronome, got pocket aces you better fold
i’ll pack the white in the envelope
send it to haters that i’ll never know
catch the name so you better know
match the bars yeah you know you won’t
shout out to all my folks

[verse 3 – lil meech]
sauce thick, let it simmer like it’s beef stock
f-ck around with me, and yeah, you gonna need a detox (water!)
both wrists clocked out, d-mn that’s a re-watch (wuh!)
one shot, two shot, d-mn boy you still botched! (agh!)
dope boy, just a stupid flexin’ dough boy (cookin’)
no toy, water blastin’ like i’m blastoise (pew!)
got soy, oriental cook that bok choy (eat)
riding ’round, k!lling homies brings me no joy (nah!)
call me snowden, drop the heat and i disappear (whoosh!)
show you what you didn’t see, i’ma make it clear (clear)
magic trick, in that p-ssy, yeah i re-appear (h-llo!)
all i do is deal with smoke, b-tch that’s my career

[verse 4 – dannys tmu]
for the dollar sign, i could get a b-tch thats fine (yup)
and i f-ck her all the time
k!ll that p-ssy, not a crime (yuh, yuh)
and i like to wine and dine
eat her out until she whine
makin’ turns on the dime (skrt!)
i do it fast ain’t got time
she wanted to have a play-date (play!)
c-m in her mouth that’s a pay-day (pay!)
she drinking down shots like an ak
had to send that b-tch to aa
ay, wait, f-ck out my face (move!)
i just hit home base (home base!)
tay-k, i’m doing the race
i just barely escaped (woah!)
she gave me brain, ’cause i’m verified
now i’m verified on g*nius
i don’t need to pay to promote, i just post and they all see this (they see!)
graduated – no thesis
ice, on my wrist rare pieces
twice, bought a new whip, no leases
price, outta this world – that’s stellar heights
mice, they tryna snitch, they tryna roll the dice (roll it!)
do you really wanna test yo luck, you might lose your life
if you gimme time with your’s, f-ck around and might lose yo wife (you might)
and i know she like these diamonds, but i love just how she bite
ay

- dannys tmu lyrics

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