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duvy - no hook / mood swings lyrics

[intro]
yeah, this sh+t off the top man
yo adb this beat go crazy
but you already knew that

[verse]
yeah, i done took some losses
table with the bosses (for real)
we poppin’ ace of spades, talkin’ ‘bout how we done got here
shootin’ on the opp block, runnin’ from the coppers (the coppers)
never turn my back up on my partners (yeah)
we gonna run it up regardless
n+ggas hating and i love it, i ain’t never make it get to me
she know i’m getting ?, she beautiful and i’m the beast
call me on rainy days i promise i ain’t never leavin’
intercept plays like we stealers (for real)
be on janitor time i’m tryna clean up
young and got racks like serena (i got racks), yuh dig that
can’t wait to ?, yuh dig that
fresh off the plane still havin’ jet lag (jet lag)
and i got k!llers waiting for me, fast car do the dash
how it feel for you to grind and my n+gga to take that (take that)
we ain’t f+ckin’ none of you b+tches without
latex (okay)
i was out grindin’ for my pay regardless (regardless)
it’s strictly gang business, is you really on it? (is you on it?)
left and came back with fifty racks ain’t take me long to double that
when you in streets you gotta watch who really on your side (your side)
i’m born ready no surprise (ready)
see n+ggas feel like they deserve what you got
snakes and ladders had to fight my way up
bl++dy went crazy from bodies that stay up (bl++dy)
my dawg a canine i hope he don’t bite me up (slatt)
but when this k rise i swear it gon’ light sh+t up
two glocks up me, one on my hip one in my pocket
go ask woadie he was tellin’ me to stop it (i can’t)
woah, woah, pressure on my name don’t talk i bet i hit the road (i step on gas)
i suit i’m blacking out i’m moving like a ghost
if i can’t spin yeah would you spin for me, i’m thinking let me know, mafia business
i could get them lows could you get a gun, ain’t no joke, whats your preference yeah what you know
ain’t finna do business with no broke
they always f+ckin’ up, tryna stay up in that hole
i was off drugs while i was sellin’ dope (off the codeine)
thank god i don’t gotta do that sh+t no more
from the trenches we global
this is some street millstones
from pennies to millions gon’ get it while you gone
you d+mn near left me all alone
fantasising what we gon’ do
demons let em loose
two young rich n+ggas in a coupe
the night was young cos bro ain’t get to make it through
percocet’s my mood swings been kicking through
point me to the shooter, get him shot go pick up dude
f+cked up i thought you built for this sh+t , why you lying
this ain’t no street fight, still smash a n+gga, ryu

- duvy lyrics

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