Hodgy Beats - DLX lyrics

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My fire scorching it's red

People raining on my name can't change a scorpion's prayers

Niggas tryna sue a younging at an unfornuate bread

Told my son I'ma kill till every portion is dead

I mean that, back when I was his age,

My momma would tote the switchblade

Cause out in Trenton niggas wasn't bitch made

When I grow up I'ma get paid and treat everyday like it's a big day

And have all these hootchies round' my dick like a big wave

Smoke till my mind gon somewhere else

In a different time zone

HB, baby he gon get his shine on

Word that what I'm on, nigga what are you on?

Food for Less and coupons granted the news on

You hating on the truth, uh

My minds gone, the roofs gone

How 'bout I play it cool? Haha, what he do? Uh

I'll holla when your food come

My and music having two sums

On the cool drums, cruising through slums

Windows crack cause I blew one

My flame is torched and it's blue

I'm going to the source of course to get my Pepe Le Pew

All these niggas talk like hoes don't wanna step and dispute

Cause my presence bulletproof and I'm destined to shoot rahh

[Hook]

I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Nigga, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Bitch, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Little homie, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

I'm practicing on my bass guitar

And tucking Mary Jane to sleep in a Cuban cigar

My niggas talk when there is beef

Man I put that on God

Rest in peace, I hold my piece

Between the sheets like Isla

She come with more than one freak

I'm all about varietyL

Moving silently, quietly, hybridly, no dividement

If I go, I'm going violently

Rioting fragrant firing

I'm the nigga for the job you should be hiring

Got a good heart corrupted mind that needs some rewiring

But I do my deeds when needs are meet which makes me inspiring

Niggas deals fucked up mad at us, you shouldn't have signed no contract

While I'm on tour running wild in Australia like a wombat

Golf Wang tom cat, said you dropping bombs

Well motherfucker, where your bombs at?

I blow where your time map

And record it on the time lapse

Next social spot nigga I'ma find that

You better recline back

And take a chill pill this the motherfucking climax

Word to real is steel, turning tables getting highjacked

These niggas know the deal and you hiding behind the blind fact

[Hook]

[Outro]

Look out for me, lil' homie