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dcg bsavv & dcg shun – dem faces كلمات اغاني

[intro]
dcg, huh
ohh, ooh, ooh
huh
go, go
no bap, no bap, no bap
(spank on the beat)
late night, go

[chorus _ dcg shun]
late night ridin’, high speed chases
we been lookin’ for dem faces (skrrt)
we just let off shots back and forth so now we pacin’ (huh)
they know we some rappers if they see us we gon’ take it
ain’t got time for the police ’cause from the looks b_tch we gon’ make it (ay, ay)
n_ggas rats i ain’t tryin to catch no cases (uh uh)
the sh_t we doin now kinda fed, this sh_t ain’t basic (yes sir)
when we glide leave yo phone so they can’t trace ya (for real)
we got all west on lock and the wholе city hatin’ (b_tch!)

[verse 1 _ dcg shun]
i been gettin’ to a bag ho what you been on (b_tch)
i been drippin’ lately on the gram i put that sh_t on (drip)
gеt him a glock and ask lil bro who he gon’ spin on (spin)
he said he robbin’ n_ggas for the days they tried to sh_t on
i be coolin’ with my drake ’cause that’s my bestie (bestie)
7.62s i be prayin’ a n_gga test me (come here)
that post traumatic sh_t been f_ckin with me lately (yea)
when i got in my mode my own homies start to hate me (ay ay)
f_ck a deal i ain’t trying to sign sh_t (at all)
if you play that diss song best believe yo sh_t gettin’ flipped (b_tch)
we got you lord i can’t wait to see your whip (your whip)
that b_tch gonna be see though because i’m knockin’ off that tip (foreva)
[verse 2 _ dcg bsavv]
i pull up with this ar and get my lip on
bronem really out here flippin’ sh_t just like a flip phone (flip phone)
so many opps i don’t know who we gonna spin on (spin on)
his lil b_tch a fan heard he got us as her ring tone (ring tone)
i’m throwin’ cheese in the booth i get my spit on
bought a credit glock so i decide who put the switch on (switch on)
you ain’t gang we take yo whip how you gonna get home
thirty in this ruger don’t get hit on you won’t be known (for real)
we sn_tchin’ chains runnin’ pockets rockin’ vlone
block the lil b_tch line she called up private and she keep on (brr)
i turn on ig started wappin this her theme song
took her out to eat and to the tele and got my freak on
that p_ssy great i ate the plate like its a t_bone
it’s f_ck the opps and all these b_tches they get spit on
i got the trap boomin’ (brr brr)
hoes ain’t got home (brrr)

[chorus _ dcg shun]
late night ridin’, high speed chases
we been lookin’ for dem faces
we just let off shots back and forth so now we pacin’
they know we some rappers if they see us we gon’ take it
ain’t got time for the police cos from the looks b_tch we gon’ make it
n_ggas rats i ain’t tryin to catch no cases
the sh_t we doin now kinda fed, this sh_t ain’t basic (yes sir)
when we glide leave yo phone so they can’t trace ya
we got all west on lock and the whole city hatin’ (b_tch!)

- dcg bsavv dcg shun

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