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dj dmd - shinin' lyrics

mmh yeah
and you thought we was gone?
h-ll nah, nah
we gon’ represent for third coast
and it’s on for life, for real
haters, it’s going down, check it out

it’s dj dmd representin’ the south with no gimmicks
’bout to blow up like suave house and no limit
in it to win it, i’m a have a million in a minute
’bout to break them boys off, lexus, windows tinted
go and get it, nuttin’ can block my sunshine
playa haters decline every time i come down
and when i write a rhyme, n-ggas recite mine
never writing their own ’cause they all bite mine
but fine, can’t stops us, we gon’ shine all day
and all night long we blow big and parlay
hustin’ the hard way, we did the it long way
puttin’ it down for my n-ggas j will and chandrae
representing p.a. with ’em n-gga’s whole crib
triple gold like geese ’cause them n-gga’s so real
million dollar schemes, candy coated dreams
third coast n-ggas know what i mean when i’m talkin’ ’bout

[chorus]
talkin’ ’bout versace shades, gotta stay playa made
ballin’ in the shade, hit the barber shop for the boss fade
got me thankin’ ya, it’s all about havin’ thangs
break ’em off piece of chain, shine in the front, shine in the rain

now that i’m grown, left the dope alone
piece of chain left the hair and bone mix and moan
catch me stoned down in san antone, pérignon
sippin’ something trynna rip in half the microphone
they love me on, try to shove me on, word is bond
taking pictures with these b-tches trynna hug me on
until i’m gone, smoke mary on some dusk ’til dawn
midnight ’til morn’ off the hook like a busy phone
my sh-t be on packin’ chrome like i’m al capone
my southern tone makin’ haters leave the game alone
i came along, made my name along, went along
and slappin’ -sses of these s-ssy -ss yellow bones
let ’em moan in my zone sittin’ on my throne
puffin’ the corn in the comfort of my own home
rockin’ my song trynna make it known, leave atcha own
trynna make the bank ask me can they get a loan

[chorus]

now it’s 11:59 and i’m feeling okay
me and my partner sippin’ gin and oj
with a car full of smoke, fools ’bout to choke
lil’ wink, lee master, and my dawg boonie loc
on the creep, you can only roll a lac four deep
peanut b-tter on my seats so when you’re p-ssin’ the sweets
take it easy on the pine, p-ss me more wine
and if you waste ’em on my seats, p-ss me my nine
got’s to keep it on the real with my rhymes
especially with drae and j will on the grind
payin’ the whole nine ’cause we got a gold mine
and maser’s staying blowed ’til his eyes go blind
for real, wood wheel doing 40 on the freeway
hollerin’ at honeys on g way
like dee ray i’m ’bout to knock me off a lexus
and show these playa haters how we do in texas

[chorus x3]

- dj dmd lyrics

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