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devtakeflight - track meet remix (ft dior don) lyrics

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{intro}
ayy, ayy, ayy!
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!
(let’s+a+go!)

[devtakeflight]
b+tch, i be ballin’ like an athlete
make a n+gga run like he in a track meet (vroom!)
i’ma make sure the whole squad eat
fifty bands stacked up in the backseat (in the backseat!)
connect with your b+tch like wifi
and finesse her brick, now they callin’ me a bad guy (rrrr!)
cook your n+gga up like french fries
i don’t take drugs, but i’m still high (let’s go!)
i+i’ll k!ll a n+gga with a f+cking spoon
f+ck skippin’ states, i’m going to the moon (i’m outta here!)
goofy n+ggas using too much autotune
take your mama out on a honeymoon (haha!)
spent thirty bands on my wrist, you spent thirty dollars on your b+tch (f+ck boy!)and i can’t f+ck with a snitch, ’cause these n+ggas hate ’cause i’m rich (gang!)
drinking lean out a sippy cup
call the squad up, told them pick me up
cut n+ggas off, and then run it up
your wrist look like mississippi mud (uh!)
like playboi carti, hide it in my sock
i’ma milly rock when i’m on the block (aye!)
knock knock, who’s there? i told that n+gga i just wanna talk
once he open up that door, i push that p+ssy n+gga to the floor
then stole everything out the drawer (gimme that!)
the police waitin’ outside, they said, “lil devo, say goodbye!
i said, “f+ck 12, f+ck your whole squad!”
and then shot that n+gga in his thigh
{dior don}
ayo dev
yo that sh+t was kinda fire
but check me out thou
tell that n+gga to mute it
he gotta a new flow but i already used it
no mention the gun if you ain’t finna shoot it
they f+ck all that talking i go execute em
then have all his boys go try to reboot em
ay before using choppa’s i’m using a pump
play with this b+tch everybody stay calm
don’t try to act like you is big dong
cause you and them n+gga’s i use to prey on
blooded up throwing up b’s
right after i f+ck i told that b+tch to leave
vlone on my back i got tat’s on my sleeve
bringing it up i got cuff by the key
upping the smoke i’m a dog of the leash
can’t f+ck that hoe cause that b+tch for the streets
i’m smoking that doja i can barely breath bro let me know when its over cause i need some sleep
these n+gga’s really sleeping on me
(pipe me up)



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