Dickies Suit
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โฑ๏ธ 2:31 duration
๐ ID: 9449628
๐ Lyrics
(Whoa, Kenny)
Bulldog bite yo' motherfuckin' face off
Touch my Migo in this bitch and we gon' Take-Off
Flip the P, now we about to get this shake off
Me and KT gon' move them pounds, just like weight loss
We body build, my shotty kill, my mommy still a Crip
I MC with that hammer and I'm too legit to quit
Party's coming so we throw that hammer right over the fence
Dogs in the backyard, one of our blowers hit a pit
P got felonies from tryna make that shit move
All my dogs got records like a crate, you gotta dig through
Touch a nigga's chains if my stomach touch my ribs, fool
Touch a nigga chain if it's ugly and my rent due
(I got)
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down fades, we heard yo' squad went really mute
(I got)
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop (Okay, we movin')
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit, suit
No Dickie for no broke ho'
I'm in North Hollywood but I still don't trust no ho'
I'm off that liquor, now my vision move in slow-mo
Niggas show they pistol all on Twitter like a promo
My nigga, that's a no-no
I got an attitude, so girl don't take no photos (No pictures)
I'm with my locs and they guaranteed to go loco
I don't bang, we just movin' by the bro code
Homies act like enemigos so I keep that .44
Prices up, and your shit lower like it's Polo
I'm a freak, I throw that D, like I'm Polow de Don
Baby, thinkin' I'm a trick, this ain't no ho stroll, be gone
Look, got my game from Suga Free
Ghetto gospel, I'm the Bishop, bitch
Yeah, I'm really P-L-A-Y-A, bitch, always testin' me
Won't hesitate to pull that blower off my dresser piece
(I got)
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down fades, we heard yo' squad went really mute
(I got)
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop (Okay, we movin')
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit, suit
(Uh, huh)
(On mama's)
Bulldog bite yo' motherfuckin' face off
Touch my Migo in this bitch and we gon' Take-Off
Flip the P, now we about to get this shake off
Me and KT gon' move them pounds, just like weight loss
We body build, my shotty kill, my mommy still a Crip
I MC with that hammer and I'm too legit to quit
Party's coming so we throw that hammer right over the fence
Dogs in the backyard, one of our blowers hit a pit
P got felonies from tryna make that shit move
All my dogs got records like a crate, you gotta dig through
Touch a nigga's chains if my stomach touch my ribs, fool
Touch a nigga chain if it's ugly and my rent due
(I got)
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down fades, we heard yo' squad went really mute
(I got)
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop (Okay, we movin')
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit, suit
No Dickie for no broke ho'
I'm in North Hollywood but I still don't trust no ho'
I'm off that liquor, now my vision move in slow-mo
Niggas show they pistol all on Twitter like a promo
My nigga, that's a no-no
I got an attitude, so girl don't take no photos (No pictures)
I'm with my locs and they guaranteed to go loco
I don't bang, we just movin' by the bro code
Homies act like enemigos so I keep that .44
Prices up, and your shit lower like it's Polo
I'm a freak, I throw that D, like I'm Polow de Don
Baby, thinkin' I'm a trick, this ain't no ho stroll, be gone
Look, got my game from Suga Free
Ghetto gospel, I'm the Bishop, bitch
Yeah, I'm really P-L-A-Y-A, bitch, always testin' me
Won't hesitate to pull that blower off my dresser piece
(I got)
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down fades, we heard yo' squad went really mute
(I got)
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit
Cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really troop (Okay, we movin')
Creases in my Dickie's suit
Crease-Creases in my Dickie's suit, suit
(Uh, huh)
(On mama's)