Hodgy Beats Dlx Lyrics


DLX by Hodgy Beats

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My fire scorching it's red
People raining on my name can't change a scorpion's prayers
Niggas tryna sue a younging at an unfornuate bread
Told my son I'ma kill till every portion is dead
I mean that, back when I was his age,
My momma would tote the switchblade
Cause out in Trenton niggas wasn't bitch made
When I grow up I'ma get paid and treat everyday like it's a big day
And have all these hootchies round' my dick like a big wave
Smoke till my mind gon somewhere else
In a different time zone
HB, baby he gon get his shine on
Word that what I'm on, nigga what are you on?
Food for Less and coupons granted the news on
You hating on the truth, uh
My minds gone, the roofs gone
How 'bout I play it cool? Haha, what he do? Uh
I'll holla when your food come
My and music having two sums
On the cool drums, cruising through slums
Windows crack cause I blew one
My flame is torched and it's blue
I'm going to the source of course to get my Pepe Le Pew
All these niggas talk like hoes don't wanna step and dispute
Cause my presence bulletproof and I'm destined to shoot rahh

[Hook]

I do it to the fullest
I do it to the fullest
Nigga, I do it to the fullest
I do it to the fullest
Bitch, I do it to the fullest
I do it to the fullest
Little homie, I do it to the fullest
I do it to the fullest

I'm practicing on my bass guitar
And tucking Mary Jane to sleep in a Cuban cigar
My niggas talk when there is beef
Man I put that on God
Rest in peace, I hold my piece
Between the sheets like Isla
She come with more than one freak
I'm all about varietyL
Moving silently, quietly, hybridly, no dividement
If I go, I'm going violently
Rioting fragrant firing
I'm the nigga for the job you should be hiring
Got a good heart corrupted mind that needs some rewiring
But I do my deeds when needs are meet which makes me inspiring
Niggas deals fucked up mad at us, you shouldn't have signed no contract
While I'm on tour running wild in Australia like a wombat
Golf Wang tom cat, said you dropping bombs
Well motherfucker, where your bombs at?
I blow where your time map
And record it on the time lapse
Next social spot nigga I'ma find that
You better recline back
And take a chill pill this the motherfucking climax
Word to real is steel, turning tables getting highjacked
These niggas know the deal and you hiding behind the blind fact

[Hook]

[Outro]
Look out for me, lil' homie

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