SouthWay - Duvy.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Duvy
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Duvy
[00:02.88][Intro]
[00:03.09]This shit off the top, man
[00:06.60](Hey, CR)
[00:06.75]Like every other track, yeah
[00:10.44]Yeah (Huh?)
[00:13.26](Free my dawgs)
[00:13.83][Chorus]
[00:14.25]Yeah, D Boy
[00:15.18]We makin' money, we coming where you stay
[00:16.86]My brodie just freed, back in the drug game
[00:18.66]Make money, can't catch us in your state
[00:20.40]I'm a cold heart savage, yeah, nigga, I ain't having it
[00:22.47]All on the block in the finest shit
[00:24.00]Them youngins, they crazy, can't manage 'em (For real)
[00:25.92]Don't start it if you cannot handle it (Nah)
[00:27.75]And we them youngins who make shooting a habit, yeah
[00:30.69]SouthWay (Grrt)
[00:31.26]Wrap that boy up, we love gunplay (We love gunplay)
[00:33.36]Posted, we post up by front gate
[00:34.92]Hop out, seventeen straps, on front page
[00:36.81]Niggas, they bitch, call 9-11
[00:38.94]One shot gon' send 'em to heaven (For real)
[00:40.68]Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
[00:42.39]Was hungry, I needed a mil' (Needed mills)
[00:44.28][Verse]
[00:45.21]And you wasn't there, this is real life (Real life)
[00:46.71]Can't trust nobody, told me a hundred lies
[00:48.72](We live in the Jane, my lil' brodie can't think right)
[00:50.40]Dived in real deep, I couldn't sit tight (Couldn't sit)
[00:52.59]He lucky, he would've been died (Would've been)
[00:54.30]Off two Percs so I had frog eyes (Had frog eyes)
[00:56.37]He gon' get used to them news articles, ooh
[00:59.07]Yeah, Southside
[01:00.87]We ain't gon' sleep till the opps die ('Til the opps die)
[01:02.70]I seen lot of pain in my dawg eyes (In my dawg eyes)
[01:04.41]We go through some pain, but we alright (But we alright)
[01:06.42]Yeah, this is the street life (Street life)
[01:08.28]Yeah, Mama can't think right (Mama can't think)
[01:10.14]Whole lotta funerals, not many graduations (For real)
[01:13.20]Huh, you know where your bitch at (Come find her)
[01:16.17]My dumbass gon' shoot if you switch sides
[01:18.21]Swear to God, they give me bitch vibes
[01:20.07]Nah, for real (Yeah, had to get it, had to get it)
[01:22.89]Pots, dope, I'ma just cool in the kitchen (Cool in the kitchen)
[01:26.07]Fat-ass lil' ho, she be doin' the dishes
[01:27.75][Chorus]
[01:27.99]Yeah, D Boy
[01:28.47]We makin' money, we coming where you stay
[01:30.12]My brodie just freed, back in the drug game
[01:31.92]Make money, can't catch us in your state
[01:33.69]I'm a cold heart savage, yeah, nigga, I ain't having it
[01:35.76]All on the block in the finest shit
[01:37.29]Them youngins, they crazy, can't manage 'em (For real)
[01:39.21]Don't start it if you cannot handle it (Nah)
[01:41.13]And we them youngins who make shooting a habit, yeah
[01:43.95]SouthWay (SouthWay)
[01:44.91]Wrap that boy up, we love gunplay (We love gunplay)
[01:46.62]Posted, we post up by front gate
[01:48.24]Hop out, seventeen straps, on front page
[01:49.86]Niggas, they bitch, call 9-11
[01:52.23]One shot gon' send 'em to heaven (For real)
[01:54.00]Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
[01:55.68]Was hungry, I needed a mil' (Needed mills)