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D.O. - Stressin' Lyrics



D.O. - Stressin' Lyrics
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I remember late nights couldnt get it
Smoke cause im stressing cant run up them digits
Beat up the pack only way niggas get it
I dont hang with niggas i know they aint wit it
Roll down the window gra-gra we gon hit it
Frying them birds like we fixing up chicken
My plate wasnt full so I had to remix him
Im sorry lil bro but you be on that bitch shit
Niggas get Clipped quick know ima hit quick
Serve out the bag , molly looking delicious
Beat up the pot light shit up like its christmas
Run in the house shut the f*ck up & listen
Niggas dont know, i aint chasing a image
7 on 7 we shooting, no scrimmage
Still cant forget the opps payed us a visit
Next thing you know we cant speak on that business
Looked at my brother said we gotta slide
I reached for the .40 he reach for the 9
Praying to god that we come home alive
Im sorry lil bitch you a 5 , need a dime
I want me a rollie to look at the time
I need me angel i did niggas grime
Give me some time mama we gon be fine
You say you my brother but brothers dont lie
Lemme tell you i done tagged niggas
I done robbed niggas
I done snaked niggas for that dough
I done spinned blocks
I done kicked rocks
I done popped molly, sold coke
I done f*cked bitches talking niggas girls
But i'd never beef about a hoe
I done missed my target
I know niggas plottin
I still act like i dont know
I done been posted outside on that frontline
Serving that gas making hits while its crunch time
You say you on mantime, niggas on fun time
24 hours thats more than enough time
F*cking your bitch and im going like uh
I done pulled out my gun then i uh
Im in the booth spitting bars just like uh
I serve that 2 make the junkies go uh
I remember late nights couldnt get it
Smoke cause im stressing cant run up them digits
Beat up the pack only way niggas get it
I dont hang with niggas i know they aint wit it
Roll down the window gra-gra we gon hit it
Frying them birds like we fixing up chicken
My plate wasnt full so I had to remix him
Im sorry lil bro but you be on that bitch shit
Niggas get Clipped quick know ima hit quick
Serve out the bag , molly looking delicious
Beat up the pot light shit up like its christmas
Run in the house shut the f*ck up & listen
( Shut the f*ck up & listen )
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I remember late nights couldnt get it
Smoke cause im stressing cant run up them digits
Beat up the pack only way niggas get it
I dont hang with niggas i know they aint wit it
Roll down the window gra-gra we gon hit it
Frying them birds like we fixing up chicken
My plate wasnt full so I had to remix him
Im sorry lil bro but you be on that bitch shit
Niggas get Clipped quick know ima hit quick
Serve out the bag , molly looking delicious
Beat up the pot light shit up like its christmas
Run in the house shut the f*ck up & listen
Niggas dont know, i aint chasing a image
7 on 7 we shooting, no scrimmage
Still cant forget the opps payed us a visit
Next thing you know we cant speak on that business
Looked at my brother said we gotta slide
I reached for the .40 he reach for the 9
Praying to god that we come home alive
Im sorry lil bitch you a 5 , need a dime
I want me a rollie to look at the time
I need me angel i did niggas grime
Give me some time mama we gon be fine
You say you my brother but brothers dont lie
Lemme tell you i done tagged niggas
I done robbed niggas
I done snaked niggas for that dough
I done spinned blocks
I done kicked rocks
I done popped molly, sold coke
I done f*cked bitches talking niggas girls
But i'd never beef about a hoe
I done missed my target
I know niggas plottin
I still act like i dont know
I done been posted outside on that frontline
Serving that gas making hits while its crunch time
You say you on mantime, niggas on fun time
24 hours thats more than enough time
F*cking your bitch and im going like uh
I done pulled out my gun then i uh
Im in the booth spitting bars just like uh
I serve that 2 make the junkies go uh
I remember late nights couldnt get it
Smoke cause im stressing cant run up them digits
Beat up the pack only way niggas get it
I dont hang with niggas i know they aint wit it
Roll down the window gra-gra we gon hit it
Frying them birds like we fixing up chicken
My plate wasnt full so I had to remix him
Im sorry lil bro but you be on that bitch shit
Niggas get Clipped quick know ima hit quick
Serve out the bag , molly looking delicious
Beat up the pot light shit up like its christmas
Run in the house shut the f*ck up & listen
( Shut the f*ck up & listen )
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Writer: don dhs
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Performed By: D.O.
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: don dhs

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