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DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:17
Story behind the song
All da homies dat got my back, much love. F*** da rest a ya'll haters and skeezer ass batches...
Lyrics
When I get high, I listen to tha lows
Shaking my body, and tickelin my nose
My style be ill, no one sicka with a flows
And you know tha deal bout my n*** z and my hoes
So if you wanna come and step ta a g
I can guarantee it’ll be UGLY
But I ain’t Bubba Sparxx, n*** when da trouble starts
I’m from tha city, LOMPOC VALLEY, ain’t no f*** ing marks
EUGENE, where puffing green ain’t a new thing
Or sharing a Disney character, on a school ring
Certain, hurting, if drama, you bring
No shame, I be running game, like a hoop dream
Olympian, my style, universal
Going for tha gold, but never commercial
Not about da fame, only props and respect
All about my family, dem I gotsta protect
(Ya’ll n*** z, don’t know me)
(You punk ass b*** es ain’t my homey)
When I roll thru, I’ma strait show ya
Things, dat I flow, I know and I go thru
So before you go and do what you gon do
Recognize you don’t know me and I don’t know you…
Indigent egression, creepin on a come up
Living with depression, down neva sun up
Innocent aggression, from a lack of reefer
Significant impression, dat’s how I leave ya
Impotent erection, hard, no you actin
Giving ya protection, weaponry I’m packing
Different with selection, my style unique so
Eminent obsession, my flow a freak show
Back stabbing b*** , you fake from tha start
Game so loose, it’s busting apart
Burned all ya bridges, cuz ya loving ta spark
Stuck on deez b*** es, no trust in ya heart
Acting shady, still I see ya up in da dark
Don’t want me ta pull it? Ya betta tuck in ya card
Mic in my hand, and I’m clutching it hard
But my other got my nine, so I’m bucking a mark
You may wanna, f*** with a playa
But I told ya once before, I’m gon spray ya
Born in tha west, tha rest, dey all savor
Punk, my funk, tha best I got, flavor
With enough for you ya krew and ya neighbor
Minor vagina, no, I get major
Hate ya, no, but yo, you a faker
Act like a man, ya sorry cuz I made ya…
My tactics, be didactic
Lack of marination, dat’s quite tragic
Like magic, ya nothing but a hat trick
Lacing you with game, I rap, like a phat chick
Corpulent, flow dat stings, like a scorpion
Sick, beyond da help of Doctor Kevorkian
Giving n*** z life story, a gory end
Making ya history, like a Dalorian
Hopping up on da mic right, you know I bust sick
Duck it, block ya privates, but in public, get ya butt kicked
What trick, I’ma kick yo ass, like a bucket
Not a playa but I couldn’t see myself with one chick
Personally D, me, I love thick
b*** es with a booty, dat’ll make a brotha nut quick
Gotta watch out, for b*** es dat love ta suck dick
Dirty ass hoes, be the ones I don’t f*** with
When I roll thru, I’ma strait show ya
Things, dat I flow, I know and I go thru
So before you go and do what you gon do
Recognize you don’t know me, and I don’t know you…
Ya’ll n*** z, don’t know me
You, punk ass b*** es ain’t my homey
{Ya’ll n*** z don’t know me…ya’ll n*** z don’t know me…}
