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dcg bsavv & dcg shun - dem faces lyrics

[intro]
dcg, huh
ohh, ooh, ooh
huh
go, go
no bap, no bap, no bap
(spank on the beat)
late night, go

[chorus + dcg shun]
late night ridin’, high speed chases
we been lookin’ for dem faces (skrrt)
we just let off shots back and forth so now we pacin’ (huh)
they know we some rappers if they see us we gon’ take it
ain’t got time for the police ’cause from the looks b+tch we gon’ make it (ay, ay)
n+ggas rats i ain’t tryin to catch no cases (uh uh)
the sh+t we doin now kinda fed, this sh+t ain’t basic (yes sir)
when we glide leave yo phone so they can’t trace ya (for real)
we got all west on lock and the wholе city hatin’ (b+tch!)

[verse 1 + dcg shun]
i been gettin’ to a bag ho what you been on (b+tch)
i been drippin’ lately on the gram i put that sh+t on (drip)
gеt him a glock and ask lil bro who he gon’ spin on (spin)
he said he robbin’ n+ggas for the days they tried to sh+t on
i be coolin’ with my drake ’cause that’s my bestie (bestie)
7.62s i be prayin’ a n+gga test me (come here)
that post traumatic sh+t been f+ckin with me lately (yea)
when i got in my mode my own homies start to hate me (ay ay)
f+ck a deal i ain’t trying to sign sh+t (at all)
if you play that diss song best believe yo sh+t gettin’ flipped (b+tch)
we got you lord i can’t wait to see your whip (your whip)
that b+tch gonna be see though because i’m knockin’ off that tip (foreva)
[verse 2 + dcg bsavv]
i pull up with this ar and get my lip on
bronem really out here flippin’ sh+t just like a flip phone (flip phone)
so many opps i don’t know who we gonna spin on (spin on)
his lil b+tch a fan heard he got us as her ring tone (ring tone)
i’m throwin’ cheese in the booth i get my spit on
bought a credit glock so i decide who put the switch on (switch on)
you ain’t gang we take yo whip how you gonna get home
thirty in this ruger don’t get hit on you won’t be known (for real)
we sn+tchin’ chains runnin’ pockets rockin’ vlone
block the lil b+tch line she called up private and she keep on (brr)
i turn on ig started wappin this her theme song
took her out to eat and to the tele and got my freak on
that p+ssy great i ate the plate like its a t+bone
it’s f+ck the opps and all these b+tches they get spit on
i got the trap boomin’ (brr brr)
hoes ain’t got home (brrr)

[chorus + dcg shun]
late night ridin’, high speed chases
we been lookin’ for dem faces
we just let off shots back and forth so now we pacin’
they know we some rappers if they see us we gon’ take it
ain’t got time for the police cos from the looks b+tch we gon’ make it
n+ggas rats i ain’t tryin to catch no cases
the sh+t we doin now kinda fed, this sh+t ain’t basic (yes sir)
when we glide leave yo phone so they can’t trace ya
we got all west on lock and the whole city hatin’ (b+tch!)

- dcg bsavv dcg shun lyrics

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