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dicey ray - hoopa to trappa to rappa freestyle lyrics

ain’t no uppin’ the score, we gon’ drill they whole block
we not shootin’ at feet we gon’ aim for they top
i’m sweepin’ the streets comin’ down with the broom
i’m lettin’ it go and it’s yellin’ out boom!
where the f+ck should i start?
went from hooper to trapper to rapper
straight out the slums so it really don’t matter
watch me get to the top like i’m climbin’ a ladder
(like i’m climbin’ a ladder)
still rollin’ up dope and i’m pourin’ up dirty
double g belt, yeah, it hold up my thirty
when it’s all said and done they’ll retire my jersey
(retire my jеrsey)
i’m movin’ militant
can’t f+ck with the kid ’cause i’m hеaven sent
buy it straight from source f+ck a middle man
keep ya head down and grind and stick to the plan
never knew i would rap but i knew i’d be rich
i was 20 years old when i iced out my wrist
get ya girl off my d+ck she wan’ give it a
still hustlin’ i came up from broke
came a long way from servin’ that dope
i know that i’m rich of the sh+t that i wrote
i’m facin’ my blunts while she gag and she choke
ain’t no tradin’ my time for money no more
they was laugin’ but sh+t ain’t even funny no more
got on black and white pradas with christian dior
when i walk in the room got their jaws on the floor
life is a gamble, i’m rollin’ the dice
dropped out of school and went up onna price
how she fell in love if i met her tonight?
no time for feelings i’m late for my flight
can’t give you my time gotta focus up
just give me the neck i don’t wanna f+ck
i’m feelin’ too stressed gotta light one up
i need me a ticket and bentley truck
when you chasin’ your dreams you gon’ really lose sleep
i feel like a zombie been up for a week
met a bad b+tch yea i think she was greek
bought her back to crib and she turned to a freak, giannis!
now i’m really on demon time
tell her turn it around put it in her spine
treat the b+tch like a hoe but she is a dime
i got too many hoes tell ’em fall in line
tell ’em fall in line get into formation
i got too many hoes in my rotation
if your friend got a friend drop the location
turned f+ckin’ these hoes to my vocation
i hit her once now she begin’ for more
countin’ up hundreds done turned to a chore
my name ringin’ bells yea it’s hard to ignore
pull up in a foreign keep their jaws on the floor

- dicey ray lyrics

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