Ces Cru - Ion Dat lyrics

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Ces Cru - Ion Dat lyrics

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous] I give a f** what you've heard about My Cru's in the streets, through word-of-mouth My block they shopping the curb for couches And Poppin the locks off of urban houses WHILE Y'all rocking them urban outfits Move till you drop, and they serving ounces Dressed hella clean, like a firm accountant So when a cop trip, he don't worry about sh** You don't know us, you can get the business Tax you for ca$h and conflicted interests My flow caress, so CES, we coalesce We're throwing a show, one set, no requests Claim the Playground, tear the place down Hold em on the wall and then spit out tank rounds I pull the tank out the house Send the ransom to my PayPal account Drop the dope, fresh, photo op, and pose With a Roscoe Moe, and an Optimo Ces-philes is coming, better lock your cribs $ikenomics.com and cop the (fence[?]) it's hot sh**! Something that you got to get Lil change in a pocket to profit with These dudes sell firebag You sell the brown with big frowns, tell em' why you mad [Chorus] You don't know where I am @ See that chip stack, they eyeing that Me with Dean, rely on that My back, he keeps an Ion Dat [x2] An Ion Dat An Ion Dat An Ion Dat An Ion Dat You don't know where I am @ See that chip stack, they eyeing that Me with Dean, rely on that My back, he keeps an Ion Dat [Verse 2: Godemis] And I'm Rocking with the best place to weed up Cop pounds, better dump & Re-Up KC with the counters on And I can't k** the pain with a Tylenol For the chick in the back of the club, who stumblin And the ones on the wall, all mumblin No, I don't gotta whip, stop wonderin It's dope, bank tho coming in, but no limping All the way, to the bank, rolling Everybody wanna know, if I'm holding Not if the whip is stolen I got a Nike to put the dough in Co-defendant with a co-dependent Dependency to release the sentence Bang on y'all, like "STOP RESISTIN'" Base chronic and light the incense I like to mention the flow is Bombay And any gold digger better go find Kanye Giddee up, better be running my way Catch the train, Nina with a bag of Tre-Fo Stop off, and then catch a case Better hope that the wheels don't stab your face Better know when to act your age, retract your rage Better when they get it nowadays, it's all day [Chorus]

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