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jay 305, dom kennedy & hit-boy - pieces lyrics

[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface+level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

[verse 1: hit+boy]
real n+gga view, this sh+t serene (sh+t serene)
first n+gga that put that b+tch in some celine (some celine)
first n+gga to push mclaren from my side (skrrt, skrrt)
sh+t, i might rock that sh+t soon as i swipe (swipe)
dolo out in soho (soho)
dog a b+tch like todo (todo)
shorty sendin’ photos (photos), she bouncin’ like my low+low (low+low)
cookin’ beats like crack rock out the pot (pot)
i might be the realest n+gga left, and that’s on pac (pac)
my og got the strap, that ain’t my security (it’s not)
you never got banged on in the snake pits, i’m the epitome (you have not)
of a real one that made it out, my wrist lit up with eighty thou’
like dolph, i’m on a paper route
my 808s, they shake the house

[chorus: dom kennedy & jay 305]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface+level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it (what?)
[verse 2: jay 305]
uh, i can’t trust these hoes, they get you wet up
if they call you past 10, it’s a setup (uh, uh)
murder sh+t, bro, she gon’ deep throat (uh, uh)
on the east coast, louis peacoat (ah, ah)
atlanta freak show, throwin’ c notes (blivin’, blivin’)
goin’ beast mode, that’s on soulja slim (wootay)
when i’m in the [?], i’m eatin’ crawfish (wootay)
staples center, madison square gardens (ah)
i make every ghetto like project housin’ (what?)
max fill to k!ll time, never browsin’ (flip it)
got your b+tch with me, i’m buying pieces (flip it)
chrome hearts and d+ckies, n+gga, i’m still [?]

[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface+level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

[verse 3: dom kennedy]
hit in the range rover, f+ck when she came over
only clique with real soldiers, yeah, b+tch, the break’s over
back to wearin’ black, no more smilin’ or nothin’
your bodyguard got the strap, i could tell that you bluffin’
everybody in my city know (city know)
we don’t be actin’ in them videos (no)
we stand down on all ten toes
and these jeans still fendi, ho
my mama proud, i did it on my own (on my own)
never fold, that ain’t in my soul (in my soul)
share a mink, that’s for when it’s cold (mm)
for a link, she wanna take me home
[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface+level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

- jay 305 dom kennedy hit boy lyrics

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