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dadeputy - windows down/7678 greenstone lyrics
[part 1:]
[hook: da deputy]
windows down, gotta let the trunk bang (with the subs knocking)
gripping oak, working wheel in the turning lane (hah)
pockets fat like pat so they love it mayne (love it mayne)
third coast over everything let me sw-ng’
[hook: fleetwood fred]
my fleetwood sw-ngin’, cruisin’ comfy in a lac
love my old school caddy, with the diamond in the back
i let my neons glow, my trunk on go and fifth wheel to match
interchanging through the intersection, leanin’ of my act, yeah yeah
[verse: da deputy]
uh, hold up, let me tell a little like a doberman
comin’ down through c-mberland like it was cloverland (hah)
screens fall watching living single thought i told ya’ man
wanna use my phrase on merchandise i need over ten
for the word press that is (that is)
said he came down banging screw then he swerved left i did (i did)
see i’m really like a hybrid, mix new texas with the cl-ssic
speakers bust like rosa parks, where the h-ll ya’ angela b-ssat?
i don’t smoke so i p-ssed that, met fleetwood in lithonia (what’s up)
fred swung in a cadillac and my chevy box like broner (whoooo)
working wheel bendin’ corners, who gon damage i like glaucoma
just a young prince with a apollonia and she got a apple on her (nice)
come down, sw-ng’ wide, pull up, hopped out fresh (skurt)
pimp c raised me polo horses every time i step (f-ck hilfiger)
i’ma bang robert earl davis jr. sh-t to the death (hah)
windows down, gotta let you feel it, johnny dep be the best, yeah
[hook: da deputy]
windows down, gotta let the trunk bang (with the subs knocking)
gripping oak, working wheel in the turning lane (hah)
pockets fat like pat so they love it mayne (love it mayne)
third coast over everything let me sw-ng’
[hook: fleetwood fred]
my fleetwood sw-ngin’, cruisin’ comfy in a lac
love my old school caddy, with the diamond in the back
i let my neons glow, my trunk on go and fifth wheel to match
interchanging through the intersection, leanin’ of my act, yeah yeah
[verse: fleetwood fred]
say hall, like this a bad track homie
bad slap on it
fresh like my momma left some glad wrap on it
almost outta’ jeans, but i’m making her mind moist
cuz’ everything you see round’ me is usda prime choice
cuz’ see i’m east hood bred, peep how i play it
you ain’t’ sh-t if you ain’t’ geeked b-mping this fleetwood fred
me and dep do what it take as we p-ssing through pascagoula
wrap the package in plastic and rush it back to panola
in need of some distribution, this audio dope and groovy
come correct with the check, anything less just keep it moving
cod in my hand as i plan to play out in texas
wipe me down like i’m boosie and vvs up my necklace
a specialist under [?]
product of a perfectionist
puerto ricans by pairs, hard to compare which one the s-xiest
i paint it perfect, say a playa’ in every variable
as we play on in the state, from the great lakes of ontario
[hook: da deputy]
windows down, gotta let the trunk bang (with the subs knocking)
gripping oak, working wheel in the turning lane (hah)
pockets fat like pat so they love it mayne (love it mayne)
third coast over everything let me sw-ng’
[hook: fleetwood fred]
my fleetwood sw-ngin’, cruisin’ comfy in a lac
love my old school caddy, with the diamond in the back
i let my neons glow, my trunk on go and fifth wheel to match
interchanging through the intersection, leanin’ of my act, yeah yeah
[part 2:]
[intro]
cl-ssic
tawaine hall
[verse: da deputy]
too much on my mind, drama back at home
my girl on my dome, finding sh-t up in my phone
who this picture of?, who this girl in yo comments?
even though i’m grown, i still run away from nonsense
so i sn-tch my (phone chirp), grab my keys then i dip
i know that’s not the way but i just need to chill a bit
dj screw up in my deck, wine berry over gold
neons in my trunk, my toy lit like commode
swing and i done swung’, b-mper kit scr-p
the paint like dandruff candy full of flakes
cranberry sprite, one liter, drop a eight
feels so good, that’s my chopped and screwed escape
popped in a grey tape, boys finna’ wreck
tires peel off, a new high per c-ssette
uh, tell em’ imma vet, uh, tell em’ i been grindin’
tell em’ i want vvs baguettes in my diamonds
boys jacking culture, boys jacking style
please lay off the flow like sleeping on ceramic tile
not crying a river, and i’m show not in denial
for texas i would tip like royale black and milds
since a juvenile i been running from my problems
time to be a man n-gg- everybody got em’
learn from yo’ mistakes and deal with the consequences
it’s easier to just walk through the gate then hoping fences, johnny
[outro: da deputy]
uh
rest in peace dj screw
pimp c
big moe
fat pat
hawk
[?] ain’t’ a thang’ we just sw-ng’
that’s why i had to grab all the wood grain (right)
come up the, [?] ain’t’ a thang’ we just sw-ng’
that’s why i had to grab all the wood grain
hah
7678 greenstone
new texas
yeah, this our sh-t
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