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dusty locane - lovely lyrics

[intro: dusty locane]
i’m with the wildin’
i’m for the violence
don’t play
do not play
listen
c.i.p. the cuz pop
this how we doin’ it, woo

[verse 1: dusty locane]
i’ma switch it up for these f+ck n+ggas now (switch it up)
i done seen a lot of sh+t, yeah i’m really holdin’ on a trey pound (trey pound)
dusty loc’ ain’t no regular n+gga in these streets (at all)
i am really for the beef, don’t play ’round, you could talk to me (come talk to me)
you gon’ see a different vibe, lil’ n+gga you not for the beef (gllt boaw)
and i gotta say it real loud (real loud)
i ain’t gonna make too much noise, pull up on your little ass, boy you a clown (you a clown)
and i’ma show, all that sh+t
you was talkin’, you a b+tch
how i be walkin’, on this sh+t
best believe i’m really crip
look, i’m loc’ed in
p+ssy n+ggas try to play with my set then i’ma, show them (gllt boaw)
it’s a lot of k!ller n+ggas in these streets
it’s a lot of n+ggas really for the beef (really for the beef)
best believe in me (best believe in me)
best believe in me (best believe in me)
look, look
everything i did, the life i live
i ain’t gotta talk, i ain’t gotta act
i be really with the k!ller sh+t
i ain’t gotta walk on no track, i am really in the streets b+tch
so don’t play when it comes to this, i am really for the k!llin’ sh+t
i am really for the drillin’ sh+t
i said i’m, tweakin’
bad little b+tch on my d+ck for no reason
i be, lifted
all my n+ggas with it, they really drillin’
i gotta, itchin’
feeling, so that mean i gotta squeeze
and best, believe
i’m a militant n+gga in these streets
i said, baby, shake it
slow down, go crazy
i made it, i made it
hoppin’ in that new mercedes
listen, you gotta see everything i did
the life that i live
i ain’t gonna front on this sh+t
i am really crip

[pre+chorus: dusty locane]
hahaha, look
and i’m really not gon’ play
chopper hit you broad day, yeah you know you gotta lay down on the ground
give that boy thirty rounds, bet he won’t talk too much right now
now he’s tryna fight for his life
pistol through his throat, he gotta die
huh, really gotta die
little n+gga know how i roll
little n+gga know how we ride
i be really, tweakin’
i’m geekin’ for no reason
(look, every evening, hahaha)
[chorus: banditt]
feel like i be leaning
walk ’round with a four pound, with like four rounds, if a n+gga sneeze then i’m squeezing
dusty loc’ he a demon
we ain’t play around
bullets lay you down
we ain’t play around, no

[verse 2: dusty locane]
he a dead man livin’ if he walkin’
my fault five, make way no talkin’
stupid n+gga play then we off him
this 380 put you in your coffin
had a 22, had to toss it
this duce five, save sp+ce, no storage
i ain’t gon’ play, i’m gon’ talk it
said i ain’t gon play, i’m gon’ talk it
empty the clip, i’m with the crips
all of my n+ggas really with it
i got a shooter, know he gon’ do ya
don’t play around, you gon’ get hit with it
i got a couple real n+ggas, that always toting a stick
i got a couple real k!llers, and they all down for this
i’m from the floss, where they woo
all my n+ggas keep a tool
i break rules, you a fool
don’t play, this when i’m in tune
baby, stop the talkin’
all i wanna see is if you could shake it
and you know i’m flossin’, all i gotta do is press one b+tton
[chorus: banditt]
feel like i be leaning
walk ’round with a four pound, with like four rounds, if a n+gga sneeze then i’m squeezing
dusty loc’ he a demon
we ain’t play around
bullets lay you down
we ain’t play around, no

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