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die trying – one day at a time lyrics

featuring k dee and k.b.

devin:
uh rollin’ car not stolen
probably never will be it’s much too old and
smokin’ weed feelin’ fine
in my nightville ’79

i smoke weed i drink brew
that’s all i rap about cause sh-t that’s all i do
some people get mad cause i smoke in front of my kids
well i also wipe they -ss when they p-ss and sh-t
i treat a woman like a queen and a b-tch like a sl-t
but i tend to make ’em both wipe off my d-ck when i nut
i keep a whole bunch of b-tches from brawlway to bisanet
a b-tch to buy me weed a b-tch to buy me beer and cigarettes
a hoe to help me with music have her -ss jacked up
in my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups
she likes my old school porshe
she like my old school knowledge
but most of all she like my special gold tooth polish
and she’s bout it
if i want it then i got it
we’ll be goin’ off to college
i be givin’ that p-ssy plenty mileage
i be nuttin’ on your b-tch while i’m rubbin’ on her t-ts
she be suckin’ on my d-ck
i stuck it then i split

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keep in mind
peace of mind
takin’ it a day at a time
stayin’ high
to ease my mind
wavin’ at every b-tch that goes by

k-dee:
ya see my organization is gettin’ stronger
see we ain’t for that bullsh-t no longer
devin and k-dee
never the less we
keep the bud handy sip the finest french brandy
jewels be imported don’t f-ck with the rinky d-nky
rock ice like berg slim a couple stones on each pinky
never fakin’ but makin’ boyfriends becomes exs
kick to the curb see we swerve in a lexus
ta-dow
how ya like us now
got n-gg-s sayin’ “god d-mn” got white boys sayin’ “wow”
the way we put it down, hum, quite impressive
a cheese by the pound, d-mn so obsessive
you n-gg-s need to stop thinkin’ i’m a hater
mad because i spit more game than a commentator
as long as your heads bobbin’
your girls hearts throbbin’
hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin’

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k.b.:
i f-ck these hoes skinny or swole
he b-tchin’ bout ugly toes
you ain’t f-ckin’ her feet f-ck the hoe with your eyes closed
sh-t, i showed these b-tches what they p-ssy made for
especially a big? carter lookin’ -ss hoe
b-tch name? f-ckin’ pooh big shiela
big country -ss hoe with a body like a two liter
i feed her peter
she give me everything i need
i get beer by the cases and a big ole’ bag a weed
cause she love hustlin’ kelvin
i leave her with more blue notes than melvin
makes me a hamsandwich then i’m bailin’
out like a felon
something metal lock lemon
these hoes got tricks but from me all they get is d-ck
and a whole bunch of lies that i spit
? flew up in these b-tches i leave them hoes sick
we all know they ain’t sh-t
and so i’m out to get rich
and if i hit
the b-tch thick

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