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duvy - money turns to food lyrics

[intro]
rip all the guys man
it’s duvy
slatt, 17
free all them n+ggas man
you know i’m in the stu with the gang man (facts)
you know how it gets man, connect city sh+t
ouu
that money show you proof

[chorus]
n+ggas they see we making moves
i swear man, couple n+ggas ain’t even f+ck with lil dude
that money show you proof
that money turns to food
we getting to it, thought you knew
i pray every day, i gotta leave the crib with tool
i’m up been busy, yo my opps be looking stupid
like what you doin’
calculating profit while them youngins spinning clueless
[verse 1]
like what you doin’ making music
i ain’t making music, i speak facts i love to do it
a block caught up n+gga, ain’t no losing
and i ain’t squaring up, ready to play bout them demons
i really beast blood on you n+ggas
i stays in my lane cuz they switchin’
we donе came up, jane strippin’
and yeah i f+ck with somе n+ggas who been crippin’
tell momma about this road
you know a youngin up next to blow
when this stainless clock clack it just gon blow
been through so much, that made half them froze
oh, they sent my n+ggas up the road
free loose screw, sh+t, bro was on the go
you know he calling me, like lil bro give em more
i’m getting hard, but sh+t i’m ready for my (?)
might pop a hammer, got them all thinkin’ like whoa
like sh+t don’t play me, you movin’ iffy, bust his dome
a little n+gga lived and grown
i pop a three n+ggas, four (?) call that a score

[verse 2: nh$ jayjay]
get up early mornin’ then i wash my face
see my hammer, then i put it on my waist
start thinkin about how imma start my day
but if the police line me up, i ain’t got nothing to say
b+tches holla at me, like it’s double jay
she wanna f+ck with me, she want me take her on a plane
i’m just tryna get guap, i’m just tryna get paid
i can’t f+ck these thots, they just wanna get laid
if i shoot these shots, i aim for the face
i be skrting in foreign, have to switch the plates
man i’m just tryna go far
she just wanted me in a car
so she suck me off, see me start
baby girl i’m tryna go hard like a star
i’m the one open sh+t up like a key
i’m the one that get you wet up like a beach
he think like super hard, he never seen me
nh$ redd+ck, come in the streets
i keep my heat, it’s a 23
fifteen shots, get you lifted off your feet
[chorus]
n+ggas they see we making moves
i swear man, couple n+ggas ain’t even f+ck with lil dude
that money show you proof
that money turns to food
we getting to it, thought you knew
i pray every day, i gotta leave the crib with tool
i’m up been busy, yo my opps be looking stupid
like what you doin’
calculating profit while them youngins spinning clueless

- duvy lyrics

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