[Intro]
There are a lot of lessons in my life
Never shoot a large calibur man with a small calibur bullet
Drive all kinds of trucks, 2x's, 4x's, 6x's
What up?
Those big mother fuckers that bend and go "chuuh chuuh" when you step on the brakes
Anything left worth doing is worth overdoing
Moderation's for cowards
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter
I'm a U.D.T. diver
D-Block!
A wine, dine, and intertwine and sneak out the backdoor when the refueling is done
So if you're feeling froggy then you better jump
Yeah
'Cause this frogman's been there, done that and is going back for more
Cheers, boys
Syeah
Dayzel
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Filthy, ain't I?
Innocent but born a thug (Sorry)
My society place priority on a drug (Yeah!)
Half a kilos, nervous lookin' out the peephole (Who dat?)
Project buildings, buzzin' the wrong niggas in
Thirty-eight revolver hopin' I ain't have to touch it (Damn)
Toilet seat up hopin' I don't have to flush it
Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills (Jyeah!)
T-H-C in the triple stick, bitch nigga
You now listenin' to a rich nigga
And still I let the hammer off (Uh huh)
Law, he couldn't beat it, my niggas is up North
Higher than a muh'fucka
You ain't wit' her no more? I might have to fuck her (Hah)
I'm sorry in the mornin', nigga
But you wasn't really my nigga (Nah)
Diamonds in [?]
Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia (Woooo)
Talk shit, my niggas is gon' body ya
There are a lot of lessons in my life
Never shoot a large calibur man with a small calibur bullet
Drive all kinds of trucks, 2x's, 4x's, 6x's
What up?
Those big mother fuckers that bend and go "chuuh chuuh" when you step on the brakes
Anything left worth doing is worth overdoing
Moderation's for cowards
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter
I'm a U.D.T. diver
D-Block!
A wine, dine, and intertwine and sneak out the backdoor when the refueling is done
So if you're feeling froggy then you better jump
Yeah
'Cause this frogman's been there, done that and is going back for more
Cheers, boys
Syeah
Dayzel
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Filthy, ain't I?
Innocent but born a thug (Sorry)
My society place priority on a drug (Yeah!)
Half a kilos, nervous lookin' out the peephole (Who dat?)
Project buildings, buzzin' the wrong niggas in
Thirty-eight revolver hopin' I ain't have to touch it (Damn)
Toilet seat up hopin' I don't have to flush it
Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills (Jyeah!)
T-H-C in the triple stick, bitch nigga
You now listenin' to a rich nigga
And still I let the hammer off (Uh huh)
Law, he couldn't beat it, my niggas is up North
Higher than a muh'fucka
You ain't wit' her no more? I might have to fuck her (Hah)
I'm sorry in the mornin', nigga
But you wasn't really my nigga (Nah)
Diamonds in [?]
Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia (Woooo)
Talk shit, my niggas is gon' body ya
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