D-Wade

In the all black Cadillac,
Had to go to the back of the club cus the club too deep
(Had to hit the blunt)
Had a bitch on my side like, "Baby where we goin?
" I'm like "baby what you talkin' about, who we?"
(I'm high as fuck)
Baby, I know you fine as hell
That's why you talk me up
I'm smokin on top of the shelf
Spend it all, we don't need no help
Run it right back up we don't need no help
Don't forget what we do is for us
The money the family they only got trust
Never fucked but you know thats a must
They watchin' my pockets they ask what i make

That boy in the back I'm somethin' he ain't
Pull up with that heat, I feel like d-wade
She spend a day with me felt like a dream
She said, "I'm not a statistic, but dealin' with feds"
Foot on they neck, I'm runin' the red
If it's life or death I aim for the head
Sending one shot and I prey for your best

In the all black Cadillac,
Had to go to the back of the club cus the club too deep
(Had to hit the blunt)
Had a bitch on my side like, "Baby where we goin?
" I'm like, "baby what you talkin' about, who we?"
(I'm high as fuck)

I'm buyin' that shit, fuck the cost
Smokin' the pound outta the loft
Percocet got her right out of her draws
You thought I was lyin?
I had a cough
Lil' baby hard headed but she so soft
If you don't talk money then don't call me
After the nut start it back up no pause
You starting back up, no start
You not all in the field like you thought you was, you soft
And I don't listen to coach
Don't run a route, young nigga go long
80 Yard down the field, score a touchdown young nigga he gone.

That boy in the back I'm somethin' he ain't
Pull up with that heat, I feel like d-wade
She spend a day with me felt like a dream
She said, "I'm not a statistic, but dealin' with feds"
Foot on they neck, I'm runin' the red
If it's life or death I aim for the head
Sending one shot and I prey for your best



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Writer(s): Farod Williams
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