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Dt. - Double Cup & Loud Smoke Lyrics



Dt. - Double Cup & Loud Smoke Lyrics




I've been out here grindin
I've been out here showing out
They say it's all about timing
I'll tide out, take the money

I've been throwing out
I've been out here grindin
I've been out here showing out
They say it's all about timing

I'll tide out, take the money
I've been throwing out
I'm on a.m. to the p.m
Oh, a.m. to the p.m

Shawty, I'm up, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them, shawty
Yeah, they with five shit, oh

It's that, they with five shit, oh
It's that, they with five shit, oh
Ridin' today, they with five shit
Let's go

815-611-08
Round here, you gon' meet your fate
It ain't no escape, chopper make you roll escape
Niggas spray, they don't debate

You from here, you gon' relate
From Illinois to go to state
From where they shootin' like curry
Play the ween like Iguodala

Cops on my ass, I just lose that tat like an iguana
Overweeding dollars, niggas let them eagles holler
Never needed partners, no bitches
It's me, this weed, and it's a parlor

I'm just living in Sodom
With gangstas, goblins, and golems
At the bottom of Sodom
Told my niggas that I got a couple bands on me

My pockets, I double knot them
My trouble problems gon' disappear
We out here hustle mobbin', bottle poppin
Yellin' out a pair to me

Get money while I'm doin' the impossible
So give me my mission and I'll time crews through it
In a fast whip with a bad bitch
That's black James Bond music, niggas

I'm on it, aim to the pen
Poppin' bottles, rollin' blunts
Since I'm yellin', carpe diem
Ooh, from the club to the coliseum

Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them
Ooh, double cup and some loud smoke
If you ain't with the family, what you round for

Double cup and some loud smoke
Baby, tell me what you down for
Money so tall, it ain't got no measurements
The king amongst peasants

On the mic, I'm spreadin' pestilence
Sick shit, and I ain't even nobody infectionless
They makin' vaccine and charged for doses of the medicine
That's money makin' excellence

See niggas fall when the pressure hit
But I'm just shinin' like a diamond
Thought you knew that's what pressure get
When you never quit and accept the risk

Cry, sweat, and bled for this
So I'll be in position when my pleasure set
I am that shit
Me and all these dead motherf*ckers

Doin' everything that I ever said, motherf*cker
So you niggas know I live it and from speakin' on it
Mobbin' deep up on this beat
It's heavy that I'm wreakin' on it

That's a prodigy
And a Louis Million
Smokin' loud, but your shit quiet
Like the sets when movies filmin

Lord willing, get some money for the lawyer
Beat the trial, nicest nigga in the city
Other rappers in denial
I'm on it

AM to the PM
Poppin' bottles, rollin' blunts
Since I'm yellin', carpe diem
Ooh, from the club to the coliseum

Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them
Ooh, double cup and some last smoke
If you ain't with the family, what you round for

Double cup and some last smoke
Last smoke, last smoke, last smoke
Down for, down for, down for
Thanks for watching
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English

I've been out here grindin
I've been out here showing out
They say it's all about timing
I'll tide out, take the money

I've been throwing out
I've been out here grindin
I've been out here showing out
They say it's all about timing

I'll tide out, take the money
I've been throwing out
I'm on a.m. to the p.m
Oh, a.m. to the p.m

Shawty, I'm up, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them, shawty
Yeah, they with five shit, oh

It's that, they with five shit, oh
It's that, they with five shit, oh
Ridin' today, they with five shit
Let's go

815-611-08
Round here, you gon' meet your fate
It ain't no escape, chopper make you roll escape
Niggas spray, they don't debate

You from here, you gon' relate
From Illinois to go to state
From where they shootin' like curry
Play the ween like Iguodala

Cops on my ass, I just lose that tat like an iguana
Overweeding dollars, niggas let them eagles holler
Never needed partners, no bitches
It's me, this weed, and it's a parlor

I'm just living in Sodom
With gangstas, goblins, and golems
At the bottom of Sodom
Told my niggas that I got a couple bands on me

My pockets, I double knot them
My trouble problems gon' disappear
We out here hustle mobbin', bottle poppin
Yellin' out a pair to me

Get money while I'm doin' the impossible
So give me my mission and I'll time crews through it
In a fast whip with a bad bitch
That's black James Bond music, niggas

I'm on it, aim to the pen
Poppin' bottles, rollin' blunts
Since I'm yellin', carpe diem
Ooh, from the club to the coliseum

Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them
Ooh, double cup and some loud smoke
If you ain't with the family, what you round for

Double cup and some loud smoke
Baby, tell me what you down for
Money so tall, it ain't got no measurements
The king amongst peasants

On the mic, I'm spreadin' pestilence
Sick shit, and I ain't even nobody infectionless
They makin' vaccine and charged for doses of the medicine
That's money makin' excellence

See niggas fall when the pressure hit
But I'm just shinin' like a diamond
Thought you knew that's what pressure get
When you never quit and accept the risk

Cry, sweat, and bled for this
So I'll be in position when my pleasure set
I am that shit
Me and all these dead motherf*ckers

Doin' everything that I ever said, motherf*cker
So you niggas know I live it and from speakin' on it
Mobbin' deep up on this beat
It's heavy that I'm wreakin' on it

That's a prodigy
And a Louis Million
Smokin' loud, but your shit quiet
Like the sets when movies filmin

Lord willing, get some money for the lawyer
Beat the trial, nicest nigga in the city
Other rappers in denial
I'm on it

AM to the PM
Poppin' bottles, rollin' blunts
Since I'm yellin', carpe diem
Ooh, from the club to the coliseum

Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them
Ooh, double cup and some last smoke
If you ain't with the family, what you round for

Double cup and some last smoke
Last smoke, last smoke, last smoke
Down for, down for, down for
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Leslie Rolfe
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Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Leslie Rolfe

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