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DALLAS, Pt. 3 Video (MV)




Performed By: Huddy
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Hutson Faulk




Huddy - DALLAS, Pt. 3 Lyrics




Ima keep working if you say so
I been banking on my bank roll
Yeah they say they love you but until they
Get your payroll
They gon switch up on ya jit
Yo the marijuanas lit
Make sure yo ass don't get hit

Popped like all your homies
She say she don't know me
Dont matter where I'm going
Only if it's snowing

Didnt go to hoco
They say I'm antisocial
I guess that makes me broke broke
To me you just a joke joke

Not like one person in my school
Thinks that ima make it
I been grinding
And been patient
Wait for god to humble satan
We just loving we not dating
And this paper I been chasing

Go spend that on a Mercedes
Unless you call me baby
Want some money gotta make me
Show off all your toys
We gon run up on them boys
Blow they brains out with some noise
Ay

Drive byes
High fives
Like five guys
With fries
Blow your top off
You a buy guy
Your daddy now a shy guy
Make sure he not dead

He gon run up on you jit
He gon run up now you hit
Hit his body now you deserve it
Just got a laferrari don't care that I'm Swerving
They gon sue me for some hits guess Im just Learning
Crazy for this money you've been yearning

Racks in a shoebox
Used to take pics from a two stock
Now I hit licks with these loose rocks
Phony you a fake you got fool glocks
Homeless shelter like some food dropped
Used to go crazy when Fubu dropped

Only goin for my broken down family
That used to trap like we brazy and Throwing different dime likes we Brady
All in a Mercedes
Bending it back like dababy
4PF 2 you my baby
Baby

I know you liked that fast rap
But I'm more focused on the cash wrapped
Less focused when the crack hit
Quick please get off your trash shi-
Quick please get off that trap shi-
Last thing I heard from you was so tragic
We know you got HIV like you magic
Make your homies like it's magic

Drive byes
High fives
Like five guys
With fries
Blow your top off
You a buy guy
Your daddy now a shy guy
Make sure he not dead
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Ima keep working if you say so
I been banking on my bank roll
Yeah they say they love you but until they
Get your payroll
They gon switch up on ya jit
Yo the marijuanas lit
Make sure yo ass don't get hit

Popped like all your homies
She say she don't know me
Dont matter where I'm going
Only if it's snowing

Didnt go to hoco
They say I'm antisocial
I guess that makes me broke broke
To me you just a joke joke

Not like one person in my school
Thinks that ima make it
I been grinding
And been patient
Wait for god to humble satan
We just loving we not dating
And this paper I been chasing

Go spend that on a Mercedes
Unless you call me baby
Want some money gotta make me
Show off all your toys
We gon run up on them boys
Blow they brains out with some noise
Ay

Drive byes
High fives
Like five guys
With fries
Blow your top off
You a buy guy
Your daddy now a shy guy
Make sure he not dead

He gon run up on you jit
He gon run up now you hit
Hit his body now you deserve it
Just got a laferrari don't care that I'm Swerving
They gon sue me for some hits guess Im just Learning
Crazy for this money you've been yearning

Racks in a shoebox
Used to take pics from a two stock
Now I hit licks with these loose rocks
Phony you a fake you got fool glocks
Homeless shelter like some food dropped
Used to go crazy when Fubu dropped

Only goin for my broken down family
That used to trap like we brazy and Throwing different dime likes we Brady
All in a Mercedes
Bending it back like dababy
4PF 2 you my baby
Baby

I know you liked that fast rap
But I'm more focused on the cash wrapped
Less focused when the crack hit
Quick please get off your trash shi-
Quick please get off that trap shi-
Last thing I heard from you was so tragic
We know you got HIV like you magic
Make your homies like it's magic

Drive byes
High fives
Like five guys
With fries
Blow your top off
You a buy guy
Your daddy now a shy guy
Make sure he not dead
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Writer: Hutson Faulk
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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