DVD $NOT
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[Intro]
Hey, listen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Dee B got that heat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah
[Chorus]
Open up your mind, let me get inside like I'm a DVD (What's up?)
Plus I got a piece with me (What?), yeah, in my white tee
Murderer is what they call me when I'm all alone (That's right)
Murderer is what she call me when I'm on the phone (Uff)
This little light of mine, I'ma let it shine (Fuck)
Tell mе where you at right now, I'ma let it blow (Whеre the fuck you at?)
I'ma let it blow, in my all white G Fazo's (Yeah)
[Verse]
It was just like yesterday I came up off a trip (Trip)
(Dee B got that heat)
I took a 30, now I feel myself up off a miss (Uh)
I'm feeling nervous and my words got me slurring shit (Hahaha)
This is urgent I go and burn shit, I'm a Sargent (Puff)
In my bourbon, I'm rolling deep, moving so discrete
This a bando, my bluff Fernando and I move commando (Let's go)
Call me Han Solo try to scrap, show your hands bro (Hahaha)
Fuck him up and bag him up, I stash him, bash him (Yep)
I'm a roadrunner run him over in my Range Rover (Ooh)
Hold up, this a cobra and I hope it fold you (Go)
Damn I thought I told them I don't even know them (Yeah)
Got up by a hustle
Driving in this foreign and this engine got some muscle (Muscle)
(coming out, coming out, coming out)
Hey, listen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Dee B got that heat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah
[Chorus]
Open up your mind, let me get inside like I'm a DVD (What's up?)
Plus I got a piece with me (What?), yeah, in my white tee
Murderer is what they call me when I'm all alone (That's right)
Murderer is what she call me when I'm on the phone (Uff)
This little light of mine, I'ma let it shine (Fuck)
Tell mе where you at right now, I'ma let it blow (Whеre the fuck you at?)
I'ma let it blow, in my all white G Fazo's (Yeah)
[Verse]
It was just like yesterday I came up off a trip (Trip)
(Dee B got that heat)
I took a 30, now I feel myself up off a miss (Uh)
I'm feeling nervous and my words got me slurring shit (Hahaha)
This is urgent I go and burn shit, I'm a Sargent (Puff)
In my bourbon, I'm rolling deep, moving so discrete
This a bando, my bluff Fernando and I move commando (Let's go)
Call me Han Solo try to scrap, show your hands bro (Hahaha)
Fuck him up and bag him up, I stash him, bash him (Yep)
I'm a roadrunner run him over in my Range Rover (Ooh)
Hold up, this a cobra and I hope it fold you (Go)
Damn I thought I told them I don't even know them (Yeah)
Got up by a hustle
Driving in this foreign and this engine got some muscle (Muscle)
(coming out, coming out, coming out)
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