Del Lago

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[Intro: 38 Spesh] (Doughonthebeat) Huh, ayo [Verse 1: 38 Spesh] I got locked up on Chili Ave, I was a youth then Weighed one-sixty-five, came home, two-ten All I had was a notebook and a blue pen If you let me hold your gun, you my true friend A few losses, a few wins The young dude with twenty-two-inch rims on the new Benz When I shoot, you gon' lose limbs Now let's see if y'all sharks can swim while missin' a few fins Had to tie up some loose ends I make my fat hoes pay me double 'cause thеy got two chins Walk in the room, your boo grins When I'm done with your bitch, shе gon' need her some new shins I committed a few sins Y'all niggas think y'all rich with two M's 'til that loot spends I don't follow the new trends In a suite at the del Lago gettin' swallowed by two twins, trust [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] I was tryna find my way to the money (To find my way to the money) I found a way (I found a way) Niggas said that they was real, I believed 'em (I believed 'em) Found out they was fake (Fake) Now we whip Rolls, from six O's to big loads, bricks sold Before we even get home (Get home) I went from six O's to big loads, bricks sold Before we even get home ('Fore we even get home) [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo, before I make it home, I got the shit sold You won't believe how many kis this whip holds Thank God for the trips that my bitch drove Five hundred thou', sit back, I ship gold Seen whole cliques fold 'cause a snitch told Y'all always high and wonder why your chips low You'll be rich if you save that bread you give hoes But instead niggas wan' get fed by big bros Gettin' a bunch of bricks, them was kid goals We did that in '06 with big clothes I was in the trap since Super Nintendos If the porch was enclosed, we used the windows Stood on the block for hours, ten toes Sellin' powder, my power was imposed I'm a hustler that follow the pimp codes Let a hollow tip explode through your lymph nodes, trust [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] I was tryna find my way to the money (To find my way to the money) I found a way (I found a way) Niggas said that they was real, I believed 'em (I believed 'em) Found out they was fake (Fake) Now we whip Rolls, from six O's to big loads, bricks sold Before we even get home (Get home) I went from six O's to big loads, bricks sold Before we even get home ('Fore we even get home)
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Credits
- Writers
- 38 Spesh
- Doughonthebeat
- Stove God Cooks