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DJ Lucky L
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Competition Domination
TookaVille, I rep the shit Sneak Dissing meet the ex of it Say fuck Tooka you meet the clip Yo mans die, you still ain't on shit Respect, yeah I earned the shit Disease gun leave you burning shit Burn niggas like I burn blank discs King Lil Jay for president Nigga dissing on me, that's death row And you know I keep the strap like Velcro No Taco Bell, but I keep the shells though JMoney got called on death row You a singer, or a rapper I'm a real nigga, I'll clap ya Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt Feed the boys clip, and my mans said he a actor Me I got shot But you know that ain't stop Me from getting this guap Any send ebt every sending shots Do a hit on 064, now the block hot Free Wee Wee C, balla 50 shot .223, it'll make a nigga diddy bop Team no lacking so you know I gotta keep a shot Do a hit up in traffic Stretch a nigga out like elastic Make ya guys disappear like magic Get money, kill a opp, that's a passion You a lame nigga, you ain't wit it You paranoid, just admit it R.I.P. To my competition Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm taking over my city Niggas mad cause they know it's my time Like madden so I can't get signed Put money on my head, they tryin So hard but I'm still on my grind Nigga said my name for no reason My flow hard like cement It's a cold world, nigga you anemic You GDK, but ya daddy was a region These for the niggas that don't know I be throwing bullets, Tony Romo Pull up in a 4 door with a 4-0 Make ya body go up and down like a yo-yo If he one, to the game I don't see Any nigga in the streets that's hot as me Got a deal now, so you getting money I remember them days when you was bummy Dirty nigga, skinny pants, and Mohawk Semi auto with a stove, take ya nose off Sipping Act til a young nigga doze off All you niggas catching bullets like Randy Moss Got my choppa in the car like Rick Ross I'll crucify a nigga, nail him to the cross I don't see the competition, eyes on the boss Hollow tips make ya jump like Kriss-Kross These niggas got me fucked up, why the wasting my time Say they gone kill me, say they in the streets, I swear to God they lying When I see em, them niggas dying, it's get rich or die trying Thirty shots all in my nine, shoot NumbaNine bout nine times
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