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peanut da don - trenches reloaded lyrics

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[intro: dj plugg]
your plug’s plug, b-tch
i love my plug

[chorus: peanut da don]
same nut from over there
can’t f-ck with it it’s a dirty game
i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
couple plays, we finesse
lotta times worked the other one
scr-p for it go blow it
got my eyes on another one
heart left a n early
i had to grow in these trenches
labels scared of my demeanor
they say all i show is the trenches
mind your business get your paper
keep low in these trenches
keep it on you go for nothing
what i know from these trenches

[verse 1: peanut da don]
came from nothing, thugga thugga
you know i stayed in some trouble
thieving tonight with some duck tape
loaded rifle and a shovel
i survived that jungle
poor as h-ll, it wasn’t luck
when you starving you k!ll for a dollar
jail or h-ll for a buck
[?]
so i ain’t taking no losses
let it slide you a target
got my game from some bosses
everything sell itself
you just can’t be scared to get out there
[?] while you broke
go ahead and get out there
pay attention mind your business
don’t be f-cking with them n’s
do your dirt all by your lonely
same shooter turned witness
never show the folks the cash
never show no folks the stash
respect a man if he deserve it
and never take from who don’t have

[chorus: peanut da don]
same nut from over there
can’t f-ck with it it’s a dirty game
i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
couple plays, we finesse
lotta times worked the other one
scr-p for it go blow it
got my eyes on another one
heart left a n early
i had to grow in these trenches
labels scared of my demeanor
they say all i show is the trenches
mind your business get your paper
keep low in these trenches
keep it on you go for nothing
what i know from these trenches

[verse 2: peanut da don]
every dog got his day
you gotta stay down and get yours
the hustle be in you not on you
way down in your pores
[?]
twelve [?]
n broke get fried
got some bread [?]
man, slaughter [?]
[?] yea, the fast way
told on her [?]
[?]
ain’t n-body give her [?]
grind hard or you starve, n
i be punching 13
you just start stealing cars, n
start trapping [?]
country boys [?]
[?] what we had going on
standing in line was our job, n
every dream would get large, n
every scheme would eat large, n
keep it on you, f-ck the feds
cuz every [?] hit hard, n
[?] start the barbeque
turn on that [?] get shot up
[?] gotta take something down
ask your plug how he got up

[chorus: peanut da don]
same nut from over there
can’t f-ck with it it’s a dirty game
i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
couple plays, we finesse
lotta times worked the other one
scr-p for it go blow it
got my eyes on another one
heart left a n early
i had to grow in these trenches
labels scared of my demeanor
they say all i show is the trenches
mind your business get your paper
keep low in these trenches
keep it on you go for nothing
what i know from these trenches



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