
Trenches Dave East
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[Intro]
108th street
119th street
117th street nigga
We grindin'
[hook]
I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it
I've been trying to get it, bitch, I'm running out of patience
Shooter on the roof, I don't pass, bitch, I'm facin' (shooter)
Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it's Vegas
I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it (praying)
I've been trying to get it bitch, I'm running out of patience
Shooter on the roof, I don't pass, bitch, I'm facin' (headshot)
Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it's Vegas
[Verse 1]
Hate Me Now dropped, now I loud shop, you already know I'm with the dumb shit
My bitch bad and my blunt lit, got everything I need I don't want shit
I'm on 108th, I'm on 110th, your bitch pulled down my zipper and tongue-kissed
I got hitters on call, they don't want shit
I got millions on the call to hear son spit
Niggas go broke over one chick
Sold all the dimes, I got one nick'
You can get rich off of one flip
Hollowheads in the Ruger make you front flip
I don't crew-hop, I got one clique
I won't give a dollar up to one bitch
Seat back, blunt lit, knocking Pun shit
I'm in great shape baby, I can run shit
Let's go
108th street
119th street
117th street nigga
We grindin'
[hook]
I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it
I've been trying to get it, bitch, I'm running out of patience
Shooter on the roof, I don't pass, bitch, I'm facin' (shooter)
Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it's Vegas
I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it (praying)
I've been trying to get it bitch, I'm running out of patience
Shooter on the roof, I don't pass, bitch, I'm facin' (headshot)
Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it's Vegas
[Verse 1]
Hate Me Now dropped, now I loud shop, you already know I'm with the dumb shit
My bitch bad and my blunt lit, got everything I need I don't want shit
I'm on 108th, I'm on 110th, your bitch pulled down my zipper and tongue-kissed
I got hitters on call, they don't want shit
I got millions on the call to hear son spit
Niggas go broke over one chick
Sold all the dimes, I got one nick'
You can get rich off of one flip
Hollowheads in the Ruger make you front flip
I don't crew-hop, I got one clique
I won't give a dollar up to one bitch
Seat back, blunt lit, knocking Pun shit
I'm in great shape baby, I can run shit
Let's go
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