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jay 305, dom kennedy & hit-boy - pieces lyrics

[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface_level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

[verse 1: hit_boy]
real n_gga view, this sh_t serene (sh_t serene)
first n_gga that put that b_tch in some celine (some celine)
first n_gga to push mclaren from my side (skrrt, skrrt)
sh_t, i might rock that sh_t soon as i swipe (swipe)
dolo out in soho (soho)
dog a b_tch like todo (todo)
shorty sendin’ photos (photos), she bouncin’ like my low_low (low_low)
cookin’ beats like crack rock out the pot (pot)
i might be the realest n_gga left, and that’s on pac (pac)
my og got the strap, that ain’t my security (it’s not)
you never got banged on in the snake pits, i’m the epitome (you have not)
of a real one that made it out, my wrist lit up with eighty thou’
like dolph, i’m on a paper route
my 808s, they shake the house

[chorus: dom kennedy & jay 305]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface_level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it (what?)
[verse 2: jay 305]
uh, i can’t trust these hoes, they get you wet up
if they call you past 10, it’s a setup (uh, uh)
murder sh_t, bro, she gon’ deep throat (uh, uh)
on the east coast, louis peacoat (ah, ah)
atlanta freak show, throwin’ c notes (blivin’, blivin’)
goin’ beast mode, that’s on soulja slim (wootay)
when i’m in the [?], i’m eatin’ crawfish (wootay)
staples center, madison square gardens (ah)
i make every ghetto like project housin’ (what?)
max fill to k!ll time, never browsin’ (flip it)
got your b_tch with me, i’m buying pieces (flip it)
chrome hearts and d_ckies, n_gga, i’m still [?]

[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface_level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

[verse 3: dom kennedy]
hit in the range rover, f_ck when she came over
only clique with real soldiers, yeah, b_tch, the break’s over
back to wearin’ black, no more smilin’ or nothin’
your bodyguard got the strap, i could tell that you bluffin’
everybody in my city know (city know)
we don’t be actin’ in them videos (no)
we stand down on all ten toes
and these jeans still fendi, ho
my mama proud, i did it on my own (on my own)
never fold, that ain’t in my soul (in my soul)
share a mink, that’s for when it’s cold (mm)
for a link, she wanna take me home
[chorus: dom kennedy]
she want a piece
this ain’t surface_level, underneath
if i shoot my shot, then it’s a three
yeah, i’m mvp
ain’t n0body gon’ doubt it

- jay 305 dom kennedy hit boy lyrics

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