Gamble DKE Author (Ft. Quando Rondo)
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[Intro]
(Got it on Smash)
(Hitmaka)
[Chorus: DKE Author]
Yeah, look
If you gon' gamble with your life, then roll the dice then
Bet you get popped like a Perc', I keep that FN
Fly your bitch all out the country with her best friend
New Margiela what I step in
So you gon' gamble with your life, then roll the dice then
Bet you get popped like a Perc', I keep that FN
I got your bitch in my city, she with her best friend
New Versace when I step in
[Verse 1: DKE Author]
Take a walk in my city, yeah, these youngins be steppin'
Muck City, Belle Glade, Florida what a young nigga reppin'
They slangin' Glocks with extensions, every day a suspension
Youngins ridin' 'round every day, want some attention
Red beam and some tension, Jay got caught with the Smith and
First time talkin' to 12, now that young nigga snitchin'
I ain't never trust him, he trippin'
And look, I peep when you twitchin'
Your mama said somethin' to mine, listen, youngin, you bitchin'
I swear they slangin' them cutters, stab the back of your brother
That shit crazy, nigga, it ain't like no other
And look, I pray for my mother, swear to God that I love her
Swear to God I'll kill a pussy nigga if he go touch her
(Got it on Smash)
(Hitmaka)
[Chorus: DKE Author]
Yeah, look
If you gon' gamble with your life, then roll the dice then
Bet you get popped like a Perc', I keep that FN
Fly your bitch all out the country with her best friend
New Margiela what I step in
So you gon' gamble with your life, then roll the dice then
Bet you get popped like a Perc', I keep that FN
I got your bitch in my city, she with her best friend
New Versace when I step in
[Verse 1: DKE Author]
Take a walk in my city, yeah, these youngins be steppin'
Muck City, Belle Glade, Florida what a young nigga reppin'
They slangin' Glocks with extensions, every day a suspension
Youngins ridin' 'round every day, want some attention
Red beam and some tension, Jay got caught with the Smith and
First time talkin' to 12, now that young nigga snitchin'
I ain't never trust him, he trippin'
And look, I peep when you twitchin'
Your mama said somethin' to mine, listen, youngin, you bitchin'
I swear they slangin' them cutters, stab the back of your brother
That shit crazy, nigga, it ain't like no other
And look, I pray for my mother, swear to God that I love her
Swear to God I'll kill a pussy nigga if he go touch her
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