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DaJoVu - 10:28 Freestyle Lyrics



DaJoVu - 10:28 Freestyle Lyrics




I️ can imagine
I️ live in a palace
I'm f*cking a bad bitch
Her ass is the fattest
We met in Manhattan
Then smashed up in Staten
I️ broke all her bones and than asked her whats 'crackin

Feeling supreme I️ done copped a new key
But I keep it so low think I️ got a new fiends
Got some calls to collect but I'd rather get breesh
Do not 'wana link up cause y'all niggas is eeeshh
Yeeesh

Yeah

Mother f*ck a upper cut I'm in ya guts
Backwood stuffed sativa indica
Indicate my heart nigga I️ give no f*cks
Think I️ tried once but niggas switchin up so why go

I've been tryna end it on a high note
Scuicial highs got my mind blown
Either take the high way or it's my road
Either highway or you die lone
This the type of shit
That make you try more
Pussy niggas make em wana cry more
Niggas out here claim to be robotic
Chop 'em up and turn him to a cyborg

Tight teens 'robin and they 'ravin
Start to fire they don't even aim it
Young nigga selective of the hearing
So that means I️ listen on occasion
Blow 'ya brains and spread it pon the pavement
She jerk my chicken act like she Jamaican
A nigga got selective memory so sometimes forget what I be sayin

Uh
Oh yeah nigga Ima beast boy
When ever I️ hop on the beats boy
Call of Duty with the flow nigga
That means I️ search and I️ destroy
(Uh
Oh yeah nigga Ima beast boy
When ever I️ hop on the beats boy
Call of Duty with the flow nigga
That means I️ search then I️ destroy)

Get hit up 'wit a back of fist
I'm accurate
Pussy nigga fast as shit
He pacifist
Is he even immaculate
Let's ask ya bitch
Getta getta grocery bag I️ bag ya bitch
Matter fact I️ spazz attack and wack ya shit
Me and Talii back to back We back n shit
Back to back on track we back in blackin in bitch
Back to back on track we back in blackin in bitch
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I️ can imagine
I️ live in a palace
I'm f*cking a bad bitch
Her ass is the fattest
We met in Manhattan
Then smashed up in Staten
I️ broke all her bones and than asked her whats 'crackin

Feeling supreme I️ done copped a new key
But I keep it so low think I️ got a new fiends
Got some calls to collect but I'd rather get breesh
Do not 'wana link up cause y'all niggas is eeeshh
Yeeesh

Yeah

Mother f*ck a upper cut I'm in ya guts
Backwood stuffed sativa indica
Indicate my heart nigga I️ give no f*cks
Think I️ tried once but niggas switchin up so why go

I've been tryna end it on a high note
Scuicial highs got my mind blown
Either take the high way or it's my road
Either highway or you die lone
This the type of shit
That make you try more
Pussy niggas make em wana cry more
Niggas out here claim to be robotic
Chop 'em up and turn him to a cyborg

Tight teens 'robin and they 'ravin
Start to fire they don't even aim it
Young nigga selective of the hearing
So that means I️ listen on occasion
Blow 'ya brains and spread it pon the pavement
She jerk my chicken act like she Jamaican
A nigga got selective memory so sometimes forget what I be sayin

Uh
Oh yeah nigga Ima beast boy
When ever I️ hop on the beats boy
Call of Duty with the flow nigga
That means I️ search and I️ destroy
(Uh
Oh yeah nigga Ima beast boy
When ever I️ hop on the beats boy
Call of Duty with the flow nigga
That means I️ search then I️ destroy)

Get hit up 'wit a back of fist
I'm accurate
Pussy nigga fast as shit
He pacifist
Is he even immaculate
Let's ask ya bitch
Getta getta grocery bag I️ bag ya bitch
Matter fact I️ spazz attack and wack ya shit
Me and Talii back to back We back n shit
Back to back on track we back in blackin in bitch
Back to back on track we back in blackin in bitch
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Writer: David John
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Performed By: DaJoVu
Length: 2:41
Written by: David John

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