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L-Fudge - De De De

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[Hook]
De de de de de de de de de da de day
All y`all hip hop niggas buy ya smoke around the way so
If it comes to it I can see y`all

De de de de de de de de de da de day
All y`all hip hop niggas buy ya smoke around my way so
If it comes to it I can see y`all
Believe me I can see y`all

[Verse 1]
You lack some minerals and vitamins, respect due to that
The average hip hop consumers now`s like who dat?
Songs nowadays ain`t stayin` stuck in ya brain
It got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same
I`m speakin` on behalf of a third of us in the game
That when dope comes up they ain`t announcin` our names
Now I`m runnin` up in clubs screamin`
Wid my songs pumpin` in `em
Celeb status weighin` in like Kenan
Ain`t big headed or gassed up
I`m stayin` on the cement
Don`t wanna hear that talk `round me
Y`all playin` wid my feelings
Cause y`all couldn`t help but notice bitches ravin` over me then
Ya automatically think they gave off fragrants of my semen
Play attention closely to how stupid y`all look
Like a producer droppin` dime on a lieu Buddah took shit
Back to the song, continue wid splittin` lyrics in half
to the point of the bathrooms you ask if it`s on
They be like yeh it is, don`t his raps be the bomb
Listen once we`re done zippin` up our pants sing along
Bring it on, whatever, that`s how the shit`s s`posed to be
I been new nice I been since Hawaian Sophie please

Hook

[Verse 2]
This is for all my real niggas smokin` chronic in blunts
To my British niggas smokin` spliffs along wid ?silca?
To all my European niggas smokin` ounces of skunk
To my Dominicans makin` thousands offa just one
I can make songs for y`all shit, why the fuck not
I`m sick of first hit, *(breath and cough)*
Hid it from pops, cops see
Don`t it pay to be dope?
I`m addicted to bitches they gimme brains to in love
But I`m tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh and wid ropes
And cut him short like the trip you move `n` made for the gold
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh yeh, yeh yeh, yeh, yeh

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