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dutchboy & lordskillz - the union lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: dutchboy]
n-ggas talking sh-t, get a grip i’ll simplify it, b-tch
your ho be on my d-ck, i hit the cat and crucify this sh-t
now this because we something different, n-ggas wonder what we on
but can you tell me whats religion to a mother f-cking god
talk money like my t–th gold, so high f-ck around catch a heat stroke
don’t talk unless you down for the deep throat
bad b-tch taking that for the team bro
my team be so lethal, we the definition of real negros, these bitter n-ggas be so sweet though
but i hit that n-gga with the heat though like “pow”
we don’t f-ck with your mans, i’m in the game n-gga, you up in the stands
how that nose bleed feel, i want in the stand, cus’ i’m getting money right under your plans
they can take my soul, but can’t take my drive
i’m on the road till they take my life
take over the world, it will take a sec
when the feds find me i’ll fake my death
and live right under your noses, at the funeral, need a hundred roses
at the studio will be my location
i give you n-ggas life, will you take probation
n-ggas on that white, no segregation
but i dont need white for me to elevate
got high self-esteem, i know you n-ggas hate
so k!ll me soon, i know h-ll awaits, dutch

[hook]
thank you lord, another day
chance to learn, a chance to play
now as i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep
lend your guidance through the night, keep my safe till mornings light
but should i die before i wake, i pray my team will see the cake
thats age clan, age clan, age f-cking clan
thats age clan, age clan, age f-cking clan
that age clan, age clan, age f-cking clan
we wolves in sheep skin, n-gga you won’t understand

[verse 2: lordsk!llz]
sticking to the script, smoke another zip, get a grip
f-cking with your b-tch, yeah she on my d-ck, pimping sh-t
heading to the money, i don’t need no homies
never ever love a ho, play them b-tches like sony
can’t forget about the weed smoke, flows cold below zero
nah n-gga, i don’t save hoes, don’t call me no hero
stay on the meds, put me to bed, four in the twenty, put one in the air
getting that cash, making it last, want this forever, we living in h-ll
smoking and vibing on gods gift
p-ss me the scissors, cut non-sense
my defense is my offense, misunderstood never told it
i’ve done lost it, my mind that is
i got to admit, pushing your wig, i’m a f-cking havoc
this young monster is a f-cking havoc, uhm
bout to smoke the purp
time to go berserk
check into my style, little luminow, age clan that be the set
try to disrespect, if you ever place a bet
i’ll put your -ss up in dept, young

[verse 3: ramsay almighty]

we got one shot
p-ssy hole shut your bloodclot
bet y’all wish we would stop
pretty b-tch make your hood pop
pop like e to f now, she gone get undressed now
we gone act profeshnal
till we hit the sheets, and i swerve the streets like a murder scene
b-tch, know y’all heard of me, burn to the third degree
out of your mind, out of my time
with the hours i’ve clocked yeah i’m out of your grind
i don’t even talk to these weak -ss n-ggas no mo’ (no mo’)
don’t really feel no mo’ (no mo’)
but i do it for myself, and the fam, know they understand god d-mn, fo sho’
speeding through lifes crash course for a brand new porsche, montana
don’t leave on the climb to the top, when you hot, what got santana (aye!)
sh-t i don’t like, they gone keep hating like michael or mike
reach for the stars when i reach for the mic, but they gone send me shots when i’m out of there site
doing real good, been doing me just as she should
never lived by i wish i could, i’ve always done, and dont it good
age clan, g’s up like amen
eyes so red need ray-bans
we ball so hard its flagrant, keep hating, we out here man
we out here man

- dutchboy lordskillz lyrics

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