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lil durk - set it off lyrics
[intro]
you know i love my n-gg-s man, to death
free nine
i can’t change for no b-tch, no money, no nothing, you hear me?
my loyalty’s to my brothers, to these streets, you dig?
gang, woah
[hook]
what you know ’bout trigger hands with [?]
what you know ’bout warrin’ over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
what you know ’bout lawyers bein’ for the public?
i just told my n-gg-s i can’t go broke no more
i just told my jeweler i need an audemar
i hit the lot and cop a full car
like i can’t believe it
[verse 1]
fake hoes, say no, ay
fly sh-t, better clothes, ay
chopppers and dracos, ay
i remember late shows, ay
crack ’til the bank close, ay
f-ckin’ one of drake’s hoes, ay
stashin’ in the straight a, ay
one from you asap [?]
one time pop out, slide
get killed, you go outside
not unless the mob’s outside
never read, keep my mouth quiet
shoes cost to feed your boy, ay
free the [?] they outside
four hundred bands, that’s why y’all mad
silent hip, that’s why y’all mad
let it off
in the roof and the hood like set it off
front me a brick, i’ma get it off
since i was five i been a boss
swag oc, i’m a [?]
he run and got out but i ain’t seen the boy
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[hook]
what you know ’bout trigger hands with [?]
what you know ’bout warrin’ over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
what you know ’bout lawyers bein’ for the public?
i just told my n-gg-s i can’t go broke no more
i just told my jeweler i need an audemar
i hit the lot and cop a full car
like i can’t believe it
[verse 2]
nowhere to stay
always shots, nowhere to play
my life so crazy now
spent eight on the section, said f-ck section 8
i bought my mom a new crib
no more rent being late
i told my great she get to roll and that’s my ride ok?
bar money, brick money
car money, stick money
give a b-tch nine dollars
a ho can’t get sh-t from me
i used to sell soap
gino ran out of c-ke
i hit 16, i had to tote
because those killers ain’t a joke
and i was tired of being broke
and i was tired of being poor
kick door, kick door
i take it all and get gone
72 hours in a room
i never rat, so get owned
you had to rat to get on
yeah yeah
[hook]
what you know ’bout trigger hands with [?]
what you know ’bout warrin’ over money? yeah baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
what you know ’bout lawyers bein’ for the public?
i just told my n-gg-s i can’t go broke no more
i just told my jeweler i need an audemar
i hit the lot and cop a full car
like i can’t believe it
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