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sega (rapper) - double trouble lyrics

[verse 1: k!lly]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
me and them, we not the same (yeah)
i put water on my face (yeah)
i put dirty in my drank (hey, hey)
i don’t mean to overthink
i got ice all in my veins
db10 gone in a blink
and these thoughts they cloud my mind
me and my shadow racing time
secret sound, we do it better (yeah, yeah, yeah)
walk in, we changin’ the weather
if i change, it’s for the better
i put 50 in the bezel (what, what?)
slide over, whip like camera action, yeah
‘fore i had a bank i had a matress, yeah
[verse 2: sega]
me and k!lly, double trouble
we tote sticks, no royal rumble
i’m a dog, i need a muzzle (grr)
if you uppin’, then we’ll rumble
if you want it, you can get it, got a squadron full of demons
only gwaluh if we speakin’, i’m not talkin’ for no reason
sega, k!lly, lethal weapon, like we standin’ back to back
no more dirty dishes in the trap, we flew to paris, france (france)
when i’m countin’ all this money, i can’t help but do a dance
got some bordens in my hand that make me feel like i’m the man

[verse 3: k!lly]
they could never understand
we was down up on our ass
now i’m followin’ the plan
takin’ trips across the map
école privée vip
6 am, i don’t know sleep
get these bands infinity
‘fore i ever d+i+e
plus my chain shine like december
with red bottoms, cinderella
she gon’ play you if you let her
you can’t finesse a finesser
swervin’ on the interstate
pound for pound, a heavyweight
pounds on pounds all in the safe
need that now, and no delay
[verse 4: sega]
throwin’ shade behind your back, but showin’ love right to your face
i can’t beef over a female, cause that sh+t is f+ckin’ waste
man, free my yg, cause he caught a body and did the race
watch ’em slide like hockey, call ’em crosby, when he put on skates
i know k!lly got me, if i’m croppin’ out, my family straight
i don’t do the pollies, call my mali, he up for the base
if you want it, then we got it, ask my broski for the rids
call my nino lil’ ramsay when he cook up f+ckin’ steak

[verse 5: k!lly]
this a new moncler
over there cannot compare
i knew life wasn’t fair
so i had to get ahead
get it here or over there
we can get it anywhere
if they don’t wanna get right, then they ass is gettin’ left

- sega rapper lyrics

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