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From the Start

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OTM - Rap, Gangsta Rap

From the Start

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[Intro: Duffy] Mmm, alright On my team, truth (Oh, baby, a triple) Bitch, I'm in my bag (Smoov, what's good, baby?) Shit [Chorus: Duffy] You on my team, play your part We knew we would make it far from the start You got a spot, you can keep it if you smart Diamonds shinin', you could see us in the dark Solid nigga, I be takin' shit to heart It always be the softest nigga actin' hard A bad day, P did him like he Bart Chop suey in the Louis, fuck if he know martial arts [Verse 1: Duffy] Livin' large, bro, we all still gon' spark With the shootin' guards, we'll pull his car Soldiers with me, for the cause, they gon' march (They gon' step) Nigga want a song with me, he gettin' charged (Five bands) Niggas fraud, got the game fucked up Broke bitches actin' rich, you can't fool us Them niggas bums 'cause thеy lazy, ain't no bad luck Just had to beat the block and pull off in a Lamb truck Hangin' up in bitches' facеs, I know I ain't shit I ain't spendin' time on nothin' unless it make sense Anywhere I go, for sure I'm finna take blick Shit, chase a lick before I chase a bitch, nigga [Chorus: Duffy] You on my team, play your part We knew we would make it far from the start You got a spot, you can keep it if you smart Diamonds shinin', you could see us in the dark Solid nigga, I be takin' shit to heart It always be the softest nigga actin' hard A bad day, P did him like he Bart Chop suey in the Louis, fuck if he know martial arts [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] A bad day got the Bart Simpson treatment He put his hand in the jar, we gon' blow his arm to pieces Sticks and stones like we doin' arts and crafts You can't play me for a sucker, I'm far from that Snuck a forty in the function, now we got the party crackin' You keep bringin' up the shit you used to do but that was last year Keep actin' like you tough, it won't be a good experience Walkin' in lookin' like money, bitches starin' Put this in your name, what's your credit? A ten-piece in blues, that'd be so splendid I spot an opp in here, now my trigger finger itchin' She gon' make it home to you, bro, just let the bitch finish Susie house for them diamonds like the Grinch just stole Christmas Nina fucked a nigga over like they was friends with benefits She want a rapper, shit, I know her nigga wish I don't never fear nothin', I keep this Glock on my hip, ugh [Chorus: Duffy] You on my team, play your part We knew we would make it far from the start You got a spot, you can keep it if you smart Diamonds shinin', you could see us in the dark

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