C.O.D Duvy

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[Intro]
(Bavaro, beat it up)
Yeah, it's Duvy
Yeah
(Is that daSDa?)
This shit off the top, man
Like every other track, yeah

[Chorus]
(Bah, bah, bah!)
Yeah, my head in the game, couldn't sleep through a milli' (Through a milli')
Pistol whip boy, he was movin' too silly (Too silly)
I stay wit' a fire, it could get busy (Get busy)
Camp on your block for some minutes (Some minutes)
She movin' real bad, bet I can hit it (Can hit it, yeah)
Yeah, crush packs, ain't no sleepin' in
Niggas ain't seen what I saw (I saw)
You took my heart
Street life, gave it my all (My all)
I know you ain't gettin' it
Back to the wall, bet you that I played my part (My part)
Lil' nigga young, he was starvin' (He was starvin')
My set was raw
Took some losses, that shit made me harder

[Verse]
Hit him down below (Go and get 'em)
Bitch, sing my song, she know I'm a star
Smokin' your man, I'm probably in stars
Here wit' big Glocks, sorry, I ain't feelin' 'em (Ain't feelin' 'em)
Slimey young nigga, love to get it in (Love to get it in)
Bishop, he wild, ain't trustin' 'em guys
Body you back, from behind (From behind)
Yeah, roll with seventeen riders (Grrrt)