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dd caine - don't shoot the deacon [remix] lyrics

[chorus: dd caine]
got a glock .40 with a broom on, i’m sweeping
ain’t no tucking my gun toting, you gon’ see it
take no xans, my body hopping, ain’t no sleeping
sew your lips up, calm that talking fore you reaping
tell my momma that i’m sorry, i’m a demon
yeah, i’m slimy, but i leave a n+gga bleeding
cross county with that check, run ‘til my feet stiff
anybody get it, glockie might baptize the deacon

[verse 1: rabbintby]
first and foremost, i got it
peep them idiots, i see them watching
dd got a .30 in case you test them poppers
a hundred round drum, ain’t n0body gon’ stop us
come on, i been chilling, you been chilling too
been on my sl!ck scheme and now you think i’m into you
don’t want my exes, lil’ baby, i’m not into you
i told you once before, you lose me then it’s shame on you, it’s shame on you
shake something, pop that, thick ass, whole snack
if you get on top, then you know, that ass: i’ma clutch that
timberland, gucci, prada, louis
might try a black gyal, some thing like kali uchi
i keep f+cking to pass time
i’m kid rabby, yeah, you’re right
if you know what i’m like, you’ll see i’m one of a kind
[chorus: dd caine]
got a glock .40 with a broom on, i’m sweeping
ain’t no tucking my gun toting, you gon’ see it
take no xans, my body hopping, ain’t no sleeping
sew your lips up, calm that talking fore you reaping
tell my momma that i’m sorry, i’m a demon
yeah, i’m slimy, but i leave a n+gga bleeding
cross county with that check, run ‘til my feet stiff
anybody get it, glockie might baptize the deacon

[verse 2: diavlo santana]
from the 407, i come straight from out the o
i be slidin’ with a shooter, and you know my case cold
how you cryin’ for some mercy, but you know i ain’t got no soul
call your momma up and tell her that you won’t make it home
mayday, mayday; the pilot missing
amber alert, jit got picked up in his kitchen
mask on his face, got a glock to his neck
i’m just tryna’ go ’cause my glock ready and set
oh d+mn, extended clips
n+gga runnin’, a busted lip
i don’t do the same, i pop pills while i sip
wonder where we go, yuh, when we f+ckin’ dip
think about the chopper, think about the bullets
the way i snap a pic, got me looking like a tourist
coke under my nails, always the purest
stay with a llama, ’cause you know i’m a terrorist
[chorus: dd caine]
got a glock .40 with a broom on, i’m sweeping
ain’t no tucking my gun toting, you gon’ see it
take no xans, my body hopping, ain’t no sleeping
sew your lips up, calm that talking fore you reaping
tell my momma that i’m sorry, i’m a demon
yeah, i’m slimy, but i leave a n+gga bleeding
cross county with that check, run ‘til my feet stiff
anybody get it, glockie might baptize the deacon

- dd caine lyrics

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