E-drop, styling, If I don't get you with me nina then me, you, scream, And two pop nigga that mine in the deuce for the deuce Without them gun shells, firing
's a 6 double 0 foot to the flo' what you want from the sto'? Bang loose off that act right juice Ghetto rich niggas sippin' on a deuce-deuce Fall in &
This the way we take it to da house Take it to da house, take it to da house Three-oh-five, take it to da house Boy, we got dat fire, take it to da
my bounty is paid We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what [Deuce Hook:] It's Deuce
dat man Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again I know how to do that man don't even play wid me like that yo We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
your fire, wicked Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
that boy clean up flyer than Mario feathers, and jermey scott adidas And yo girl, yeah yo girl, she ain't trying to see you Yawning cause all your mac is tired like reba fire
the car In case my head ain't right, I done bought out the bar Look, we love smoking, that poo-poo lala Only if it's fire, and guaranteed to get me higher
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and I must
fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank (Seven Deuce) Pooh, come again, boy Fool, snort hop, some snort crack Fire
[Intro:] Deuce double-oh nine Struggle! Yeah, we gon' bring 'em back to reality right here man TL, they ain't ready for it [Verse 1:] All this time that
It's showtime! [Hook] Everyday, they ask how I'm doin Deuces up playboy I'm coolin I'm coolin I'm coolin coolin, I'm coolin coolin I'm just coolin I'
club stuntin' like ike you should My shit on fire, I don't need no gasolina I'm comin' through ya block wit the deuce two seater Ring the alarm, man
good Come into the club stuntin? like you should My shit on fire, I don?t need no gasolina I?m comin? through your block with the Deuce 2-Seater Ring
Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow Say, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and
me Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block Swervin' in the deuce