Wes King - DFA (Radio Edit) lyrics

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Wes King - DFA (Radio Edit) lyrics

[Young Roddy: Verse 1] Uh, I'm stacking this bread to leave it for my junior I told her give me head in the Uber Wrist on freeze don't blame me blame my j**eler I bring her to the projects, some sh** she ain't used to A hood n***a fa sho that's to the fullest Ay tell them lame a** n***as to eat a bullet Playin' hooky I was tryna get her cookies I told her wear her hair so I could pull it My money too tall to overlook me Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley I used to hot box the whip leave it cloudy I get some brains from a b**h then I'm outtie My homie 'bout to catch a body I can't talk him out it Feeling like I'm an outcast, Andre 3000 I'm tryna get that Bentley with no co-signer A trap God I'm no role model [Chorus: Young Roddy] And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a [Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver] Live from the city where n***as get wet up Your own homeboys will pull a set up if they jealous Hard head youngins n***a ain't nothing you could tell us Maneuver with entrepreneurs pursuers of the cheddar I'm cool with the goons, Goodfellas and the sellers Hackers, jackers, college kids and the felons We all like minded we got that getting money fetish So don't f** around with the f** around and feel shots from this Beretta We don't play around we'll lay it down Who shot ya, they ain't telling Live by the code of the streets, never move without my heat Stay on my sh** cause if I slip I'm falling somewhere six feet deep Got to reach my peak before I meet eternal sleep And uh, n***as is weak they be praying for my downfall Hate to see me up, want me in the dirt just like a groundhog But, I'm back active, racks stacking, still snapping Taking shots like it's March Madness with no practice [Chorus: Young Roddy] And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Father walked out of my life me and my momma had no Christmas Remarried left me with Grandma now I got 2 younger siblings My step father act as if he ain't even want me to visit In the ghetto looking up to older n***as out here gettin' it First chance buy half a gram for 20 cents we call 'em flippers Broke it down with a safety pin, fast forward, juvenile sentence Got right back at it charges back to back in prison My street daddy believe in me, he said I got potential Name ringing round my section got smokers coming to get it Trap booming off the hinges now my friends ain't being friendly Gangster n***a, old b**h been on my dick now n***as envy Upgraded from riding rentals, tryna jack you gotta k** me [Chorus: Young Roddy] And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a And I don't f** around with no f** arounds so don't f** around with my camp n***a Never gave a f** still don't give a f** so don't f** around and get capped n***a

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