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detroit l-o - tony hawk lyrics

[hook: detroit l+o & ishaan]

n+gga hit my line, let’s talk money talk
step up in the spot, do my money walk
b+tch i’m on the grind, call me tony hawk
b+tch i’m on the grind, call me tony hawk
n+gga hit my line, let’s talk money talk
step up in the spot, do my money walk
b+tch i’m on the grind, call me tony hawk
b+tch i’m on the grind, call me tony hawk

[verse 1: detroit l+o]

grinding just like tony hawk, and stacking while y’all n+ggas acting
grinding hard for them gold bottles, we about to get it cracking
45 colt, a n+gga packin’, if i’m not, a n+gga scr+ppin’
plus yo girl know that i’m packing
now she got her best friend asking
yea n+gga i grind hard, so these n+ggas hate and wanna make a diss
n+ggas grind then fall off, like a skate clip, ridiculousness
just because i gave you good d girl that don’t mean that you deserve a kiss
say you ain’t like them other girls, b+tch you just got added to the list
no mercy for a choosing b+tch and it’s no mercy for a fake n+gga
no mercy for a fluke b+tch and it’s no mercy for a snake n+gga
all these hoes got snake piercings, if you ask me, that’s some shakey sh+t
therefore, imma keep it real, snake piercings for a snakey b+tch
naw n+gga, i ain’t talking sh+t, only real words come pass these lips
grind hard then you eat good, but i don’t really think these n+ggas hip
liveraw, we gon rise together, if not, imma put my friends on
i’m just tryna reach the end zone, while you n+ggas stuck up in the friend zone

[hook: detroit l+o & ishaan]

[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]

belt white like soup crackers, i’m on the field like a linebacker
on the set like a movie actor, and my dawgs ball like toronto raptors
tony hawk, i’m a skating king, my money long, stretch limousine
my dough nuts like crispy, on top of ice like a hockey team
my team wired like phone cords, my haters injured like paul george
y’all guys squares like backboards, y’all payed me rent like the landlord
bad b+tch, she from the burbs, y’all candy sweet like a box of nerds
sh+tting on em like dookie t+rds, and my dawgs balling like larry bird
no dasani, i drink voss, i cross you over like hot sauce
eating good like ricky ross, y’all catching bullets like randy moss
i been grinding like a pro skater, that money green like an alligator
y’all fruity like life savers, got numbers on me like a old pager
watch dance like james brown, soul circus you a stage clown
weight loss how i blow pounds, these b+tches bussin’ like a greyhound
rolling blunts like snoop dogg, my dawgs crazy like loc dogg
f+ck benihanas, hoes get sonic til y’all turn into a hedgehog

[hook: detroit l+o & ishaan]

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