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lor ceejay - dap you up (g-mix) lyrics

(intro: lor ceejay)
aye, aye, aye, aye
yeah, aye, yeah, aye, yeah, aye
i’m too faded i can’t even dap you up

(verse 1: lor ceejay)
big balling like lonzo
sipping ack in the morning, no alonzo
i be smoking on that green like cosmo
gucci shades on a n-gg-, johnny bravo
huh
i’m chiefing on reefer, i feel like khalifa
i’m off the sativa so you know i’m geeked up
might pour the whole pint in my f-cking two-liter
d-mn
i stay blowing that sh-t, so i guess that i’m blaring sh-t
neck and my wrist on that 24 carrot sh-t
sleep with the money should probably marry it
d-mn
if that was your wifey then why she dm me?
she all in my inbox, she acting too friendly
she wanna hit my dutch, she wanna count up my feddy
nah
and lor digi scale with me and so is your biddy
she wearing my chains and she smoking my sticky
we pouring up codeine all over her t-tties
esket-t

(verse 2: young grav)
n-gg-s want war but they really re phoney
boy all of that beef sh-t is really bologna
he copy my swag cause his b-tch wanna bone me
d-mn
gone off the syrup feel l might o.d
i roll up them duchies and burn up a oz
can’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, they talking to police
nah
i stay with the sour, a dutch, and some dirty
these n-gg-s keep plotting, said shutup and merk me
your b-tch see me dragging and she acting thirsty
d-mn
i swear i’m to high to be toting this k
cause when i be shoppin i cop h-lla strains
i’m smoking on strong it go straight to my brain
d-mn
and b-tch it’s young g remember the name
i’m ready come in and f-ck up the whole game
these rappers is actors, they bluffing, they lames
nah
i’m jugging and dragging they not in my lane
they wanna be like me they just not the same
his b-tch acting wild this d-ck got her tame
dam
these n-gg-s be switching they set for some fame
say that i’m spazzing ,said b-tch i’m insane
hoe why is u talking?
get back to the brain
nah
young grav, double g and that sh-t ain’t gonna change
you come for the squad n that’s getting you sprayed
the ref in my trenches controlling the plays
esket-t

(verse 3: swazey)
two-faced motherf-ckers know i can’t dap you up
talking all that sh-t behind up we will f-ck you up
we don’t give a f-ck
we will line you up
thumping through these bucks
d-mn i ran it up
styrofoam my cup
overflow of slush
winning is a must
your career is a bust
pockets double-stuffed
i can’t get enough
smoking on stuffed-crust
d-mn it got me buzzed
swazey frozty fanta a.k.a. lor digi scale
smoking on this gas, you can tell just by the smell
show you how i do this, yeah i call it show and tell
copped a brand new whip
pulled off the lot, fishscale
swazey

- lor ceejay lyrics

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