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dave east, buda & grandz & dj drama - prison yard (deluxe) lyrics

[verse 1: dave east]
look, let it fly watch his facelift
makai pfeiffer n+ggas, tryna play rich (porter)
he said he a shooter ’cause he take pics (i know)
make it make sense
gray wagon there with gray tint
spin the block, peep n+ggas faces, i see that they p+ssed (mad)
steak and shrimp dinners
i come from just tryna make rent
k!ller ’til he got interrogated, you gave a statement (rat)
criticize the life of these n+ggas, you never stayed with (never)
you mad at me bout b+tches you wanted, you never lay with (ha)
don’t mean to sound abrasive but i got used to these payments (yeah)
most n+ggas foul, they either technical or they flagrant (either or)
you was on my b+tch until she dropped that sh+t location (lame)
thinkin’ with your d+ck got you rushin’, ain’t got no patience
black ski mask, can’t identify no one faces (n0body)
wasn’t nothin’ to it, that was just a demonstration
of the way we playin’, no referees, youngins was scorin’
foot prints of blood all on his jordan’s
he feel important now

[chorus: dave east]
he never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
his mama never kissed him
daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
’cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
ain’t n0body he can trust, always feelin’ stuck
he never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
his mama never kissed him
daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
’cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
ain’t n0body he can trust, always feelin’ stuck
[verse 2: dave east]
let it fly watch his facelift
makai pfeiffer n+ggas, tryna play rich
he said he a shooter, that n+gga take pics
make it make sense
we did bad it, ain’t been straight since
arm in the pot, when we cook it call ye vents
call it like dudderman
smoke a spliff and play prince
purple rain put you under 4+5 like a weight bench
bench+press
another homie died like i ain’t been stressed (been stressed)
if champagne was a test, i probably aced it (ace)
shouts to hova
free casanova, we outta culture (free cass)
vultures with a birdeye view
just tryna to scope us (watching)
some of us was born athletic, they tried to coach us
put us on the most wanted picture or on the poster (yeah)
they children of the lifestyle, knowing most of its vulgar
raps about bagging up maria sharapova (white)
barrel in the holster so my hips don’t get too hot
you already know the drill, it’s nothin’ for this kay to flock (freaky flock)

[chorus: dave east]
he never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
his mama never kissed him
daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
’cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
ain’t n0body he can trust, always feelin’ stuck
he never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
his mama never kissed him
daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
’cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
ain’t n0body he can trust, always feelin’ stuck
[verse 3: styles p]
lift the mask, let him see my face, get my blam on
n+ggas playin’ k!lla cam, none of them is cam’ron
you only a k!ller when the camera on
already got a purse, beloved, where’s your tampons?
sh+t is like base in the 90s, leave the fans on
it’s about to get hot
it’s a lot of cool n+ggas that’s about about to be opps
tried sittin’ on the side, but you gotta pick a side
or your head’s like a virgin, about to get popped
in the cherry red m4, sit on your block
and i bagged the hottest b+tch, and i ain’t tryna f+ck her
i just need a pretty thing to leave all of this product with
your pop’s in the prison yard, your mama on coke
in the school of hardknocks, no need to have us a scholarship
you never situated ’cause you probably a b+tch
got a gun with a switch, but you probably should switch
waddup?

- dave east buda grandz dj drama lyrics

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