paroles de chanson Fieldtrip - 74Deuce

Post onna strip kikk a Door Hit a Likk
Yung nigga Deuce i juss Hit Fa a stikk
Yung nigga Deuce we juh Fought at mcdonalds
Yayo arm broke He still pulled up to squabble

Deuce ion Fw Dese niggas

Copped Fa a blikk and Dem niggas went missin
Nigga ahh big Homie callin my
Phone
Yn Deuce Give no Fukk i still Dip em

Called yo big brudda Dat nigga cant Help yu
Deuce i pita roll Him by myself
Inna bando w Da 4Loko Liquor
Onna balcony throwin all up on myself

Me and kasino, Hotbox,pushed up on wassa name
Take a pic by stolen whip

Nigga be Hangin round bitches
Be Gettin em Drunk Fa Da skee and ain Fukkin on shit

After we Fought i pulled up on my bitch
From mercer walked to Da bakk of Da strip
Fukk in Her momma bed yn shit
She Love me
Sukked sweat balls w Da Dikk

Quavo call me Like come bakk to Da strip
Niggas tamat pullin up w Da stikks
I was Fin walk but i went inna bathroom
Lean onna counter n i took Da shit

Her sister Had braces Dey Gave Her Da Lean
Fukk Her again tryna play off Da scheme
I was Fin walk but Her momma pulled up
And she Dropped me off right at Da smoke Fukk you mean

All blakk Hoppin out wea was Nawf Deuce
Bitch im right Hea im Like what Dey wan Do
Dey Did Dat shit Dat night

Next Day, 7 am Sharp, copped Fa a tool

Veronica Hit me Like Deuce wya
But called me my real name shit make me mad
Told Her in mercer juh come to Da bakk
I think she juh Hmu needed sum Gas

Shawwty tamat she Fin slide on my brudda

Im Like shid me too nigga Fukk it

Went inna white Folks House
Told quavo to Hold Dat shit Down, Dass my brudda i trust em

Yn Deuce Hot pop em Like kettle
4 Hour Drive i keep rollin im stressin
4 Hour Drive Vero tamat Leave blikk ian trim
Guz we juss went scoop OG ebble

No ian trim we juh went pikked Evelyn
Nigga i Hope my opps Die
-Malevolent
Nigga want codeine Deuce name relevant
Shoulda killed dude nigga tried my benevolence

Hot inna city i went onna Field trip
Ion een Give no Fukk bout u can't Guilt trip
Nigga Lean Green Dat ain real sip
I can turn 2 pints in to 10 bands Dass Da real trikk

Real shit
4K whole pint nigga Dis real tris
You can Die now ima Go Get a new bitch
12 took my 40 i went copped a new stikk
Wasnt enough Guz i went stole a new blikk

Wasnt enough i went copped Fa a super stikk
Outside His crib He ain come out
Super bitch
Opp wanna pint He Gon Die Dat bitch super Hit
Tamat He ran off on Deuce Dass Ludacris

Pullup to Da carolinas
Pokket Full of beans nigga no Lima

Wen i Get bakk, Deuce boming Dese niggas, i thought iss osama
But iss Oppenheimer

Everything Get sold, Gold touch midas
Snitch ahh nigga tryna rap quit writing
Nigga Hit me onna Gram askin price Fa no reason
Ik Dat Boy broke He ain buying

Fukk out my Face ion care bout u crying
All my opps kno wea i Live ian Dying
Dis my real Life nigga ian juss rhyming
Dese niggas Graduate start playing w iron

When Da Fukk buddy start totin Da Fye
Oh Dat bitch clean Lemme see it iss mine
Nigga Like man Deuce playin too much
Dass Da problem right there Dass why niggas keep Dying

Dass Da problem Dese niggas think errybody playing
Da problem D1 athletes Fake banging
Da problem is niggas so Focused on me
Must ain Listen wen teacher said eyes on yo paper

Me n Luh 6 inna opp Hood Free pikk
Ian Gon Lie Deuce i Love me a Freak bitch
Stomp onna opp luh setup bih sent us Da Drop
We slidin thru Loud weain creepin