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detroit l-o – graveyard shift lyrics

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[hook:]

i been at it all night…… i been working the shift/
counting money all day…… it’s an ache in my wrist

you be hounding the hoes…… i can’t deal with the shit/
i just stay out the way…… handle business and dip
[repeat]

[verse 1:]

set up powers plays, and then i make the profit split/
it’s too late to hit the street life, so i work to go legit

get you higher than cathedral, at the top is where i sit/
i record what comes to mind, so i ain’t worried bout no hit

shit

all my verses make her like me, its so exciting/
i hit and f-cked up her body like poison ivy

dare you to reach for this loaf, boy i’d wish you try me/
hood chick, she selling bundles and snack on takis

im sharp behind these bars, call me shank/
it ain’t nothing more arousing than a trip up to the bank

mad cuz i was bouta hit and changed my mind, she think i’m g-y/
only reason i ain’t f-ck you b-tch, it’s cuz yo pussy stank

top rank, what you thank, show no mercy to a skank/
keep me armed, with the cardi b nose on the k

if you never feed yo b-tches, then they all gon run away/
it ain’t tricking if she loyal, she found somewhere else to stay

[hook:]

[verse 2:]

yo daughter got a fat -ss, so old n-gg- stop hatin/
cuz the way she looking at me, she just might be up for the taken

too afraid to let her live life, now she’s sitting there contemplating/
that her destiny in this life, is to hit the club -ss shakin

this is for them sucka -ss n-gg-s, that got no control on they hoes/
heard she slaps you upside yo head, but you playing roles for yo bros

she don’t like the way that you dress, so she makes yo -ss change clothes/
she wants you to buy her them flowers, then let other n-gg-s do her bold

fat -ss hoes with all these d-mn kids, and the chick bout ugly as shit/
and she weigh three-hundred and six, who keep bussin nuts in this b-tch

all you n-gg-s not so slick, knowing d-mn well you feel stuck/
homie you got all the bad luck, cuz bad b-tches won’t let you touch

homie where we meeting for lunch, what we talking bout cuz i must know/
f-ck shooting n-gg-s with the k, cuz i’m hitting n-gg-s with the crossbow

red v-series cts is a fast car, but i go slow/
before i dive in yo woman, let me set up that go-pro

[hook:]



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