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Little Homies (Gangsta)
Dave East
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My life is real
We check 'em with no Nike deal
My young bitch she like them pills
Pop one, pop one, pop one, pop one
Go to sleep with it, bitch I like my steel
If you got kids better write your will
Think you can't get touched, anybody get a feel
Catch a hot one, hot one, shot one, got one
Bitch from L.A. ride shotgun
I remember they ain't grease at the hot ones
Park all the trucks up when the drop come
Mac-11 let it off watch the block run
Ha, ha, that's how we came up nigga
Still on first ave never change up nigga
This deal go through I pull a range up nigga
You shooting in the clouds get your aim up nigga
Rob your chain my nigga sell it back
My best friends was all selling crack
Die slow that's what I tell the rat
Duck 5-0, I'm like Men in Black
No Will Smith, just real shit
Embalmment fluid with a Newport in it
Smoking dust, you niggas lukewarm with it
Flaming hot, them hoes came to rock
K's and Glocks and we'll shoot y'all with it
Hold up, I need my neck and my wrist froze up
I take off as soon as she roll up
All black double R doing donuts, hold up
Outside all night
Hustling just to make them sick
I gotta make this flip
Won't send that shit then I'll take that trip
Sour lip the Henny poured, I'm too finished
Die harder than Bruce Willis
Summer's here, that gun is near, not tryna rumble
A hundred ears, my son don't care, he'll fry your muscle
You claiming blocks we aiming shots, don't try to hustle
My OG told me you come from nothing, that gun is near
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