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Dayton Ave Video (MV)




Performed By: MoneyboyMarkk
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Marcus Mosley




MoneyboyMarkk - Dayton Ave Lyrics




As a youngin', momma told me, don't you f*ck with the dope
The money's slow, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
I get to servin' like a waiter and checkin' in like a host
She suck a dick with no hands, lil' bitch be doin' the most

Want me to buy designer things, I'ma tell the bitch no
Who gonna kill her first? I got some killers placin' a vote
Just eat the dick like you hungry, she gettin' slob on my coat
Invest the hoes and I cook the dope up like a roast

This shit come straight off their head, these niggas usin' they nose
Evil niggas, shit, I'm cannon, old dog with the pole
The whip skirt straight up off the lot, it ain't no need for a quote
In my ride or die, just text me, it was murder, she broke

That bitch hot, she be burnin' niggas up like a tote
I'm drunk as hell, we got bottles, they got pipes for the load
I've been to blocks and the vet, I'm swervin' out of control
I'm outside, what I wanna know is, f*ck niggas on

I got bitches lit as hell, teleport or patron
But I can't have no feelings for them, cause I know they some hoes
Military shit, artillery like G.I. Joe
Like a scavenger, he roadkill, leave his ass with a crow

Drippin' hoes in the suite, you know I'm lockin' the door
20,000 all blues, I had these bitches on go
I really lead through niggas laughin', niggas think it's a joke
We don't do the internet, niggas die or repose

I'm in LA in the Audi, tryna get me some smoke
650 horsepower, why you drivin' so slow
The caution on Shamaba, get him, that's a champagne tote
Makin' money, dodgin' fares, why I smoke out the boat

I got power with that Tommy, niggas thinkin' I'm ghost
AR choppin' niggas' heads, I'm the real honcho
A lot of friends, but I'm known for keepin' enemies close
Why Kiana in my pot, we break the shit down and fold

Snickin' Glocks in the show because you just don't know
I'm never lockin', even when these niggas tender ball hoes
I'm gettin' money, duckin' fares, they keepin' up with the Jones
I'm not, not smokin' weed, I keep on sippin' the poach

As a youngin', momma told me not to f*ck with the dope
The money's low, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
R.I.P. Ghetto E, money boy shit, lie
As a youngin', momma told me, don't you f*ck with the dope

The money's low, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
I get to servin' like a waiter and checkin' in like a ho
She suckin' dick with no hands, lil' bitch, we doin' the most
Money boy shit, nah, don't you f*ck with the dope

Then f*ck a takeover, can't nobody f*ck with me
Lie
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As a youngin', momma told me, don't you f*ck with the dope
The money's slow, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
I get to servin' like a waiter and checkin' in like a host
She suck a dick with no hands, lil' bitch be doin' the most

Want me to buy designer things, I'ma tell the bitch no
Who gonna kill her first? I got some killers placin' a vote
Just eat the dick like you hungry, she gettin' slob on my coat
Invest the hoes and I cook the dope up like a roast

This shit come straight off their head, these niggas usin' they nose
Evil niggas, shit, I'm cannon, old dog with the pole
The whip skirt straight up off the lot, it ain't no need for a quote
In my ride or die, just text me, it was murder, she broke

That bitch hot, she be burnin' niggas up like a tote
I'm drunk as hell, we got bottles, they got pipes for the load
I've been to blocks and the vet, I'm swervin' out of control
I'm outside, what I wanna know is, f*ck niggas on

I got bitches lit as hell, teleport or patron
But I can't have no feelings for them, cause I know they some hoes
Military shit, artillery like G.I. Joe
Like a scavenger, he roadkill, leave his ass with a crow

Drippin' hoes in the suite, you know I'm lockin' the door
20,000 all blues, I had these bitches on go
I really lead through niggas laughin', niggas think it's a joke
We don't do the internet, niggas die or repose

I'm in LA in the Audi, tryna get me some smoke
650 horsepower, why you drivin' so slow
The caution on Shamaba, get him, that's a champagne tote
Makin' money, dodgin' fares, why I smoke out the boat

I got power with that Tommy, niggas thinkin' I'm ghost
AR choppin' niggas' heads, I'm the real honcho
A lot of friends, but I'm known for keepin' enemies close
Why Kiana in my pot, we break the shit down and fold

Snickin' Glocks in the show because you just don't know
I'm never lockin', even when these niggas tender ball hoes
I'm gettin' money, duckin' fares, they keepin' up with the Jones
I'm not, not smokin' weed, I keep on sippin' the poach

As a youngin', momma told me not to f*ck with the dope
The money's low, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
R.I.P. Ghetto E, money boy shit, lie
As a youngin', momma told me, don't you f*ck with the dope

The money's low, we gon' get them bricks in, yeah, for sure
I get to servin' like a waiter and checkin' in like a ho
She suckin' dick with no hands, lil' bitch, we doin' the most
Money boy shit, nah, don't you f*ck with the dope

Then f*ck a takeover, can't nobody f*ck with me
Lie
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Writer: Marcus Mosley
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