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DeedaSmurf - Different Cloth (feat. King Gangsta) Lyrics



DeedaSmurf - Different Cloth (feat. King Gangsta) Lyrics




I'm having cold sweats, waking up, hearing choppa thunder,
I was traumatized, first time
I put a n***a under,
I don't Lack on beef, I go broke on guns,
Bitch, we toe tag shit, n***a
Ain't no one's
On the dead locs, we not the same, I'm from a different cloth, I have my jug n****s come and pick you off,
Sunset, we holdin' up, get to the county, it ain't no rollin up,
I run my whole hood, n****s know what's up,
Never had it easy, bitch, I always had it hard,
And I'm askin' where the crips at when I hit the prison yards,
Cuz I'm from norther cali,
Ain't too many of us up here, Fucc around, come up here, you gon' f*ck around and get
Stuck here, that's real talk,

I done wasted precious time on shit that wasn't worth it
Sometimes you gotta bite your tongue, cause speaking'll be worthless,
I cut off all the lights and think about my purpose,
Cause what happens in the dark will shine its way bacc
To the surface,
Who the f*ck told em that it's cool to do that nerd shit,
Take that mic from that clown boy, send em bacc to the circus, She told me, Daddy, I don't think you know how strong your words is,
All I spit is facts, so I guess the truth will hurt them,
A dollar and a dream, I was determined
To get my bag right on em, then you know it's curtains
Hand it over with urgency,
These broke hoes is hurt and',
Its the independent bread winners for me yall so pretty, They ain't keepin' up with me, they chasin' they tail' around in circles
We are not the same cloth and we don't use the same detergent, Money is my only fix, Ill do you sober,
I'm the type of nigga that your bitch cannot get over

Ah, bitch, I'm bustin' like a field trip,
How the fucc you got teardrops and you ain't kill shit,
Ain't no attempts, just murder ones when I drill shit,
Switch on the glocc nigga, that's what I call a kill switch,
That's on mommas, and I ain't got no big homies
I'm big dog around my section, go ask my lil' homies,
Hand out straps like I pass backwoods,
We got guns on guns, cuzz I wish a nigga would
That's on the dead homies
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I'm having cold sweats, waking up, hearing choppa thunder,
I was traumatized, first time
I put a n***a under,
I don't Lack on beef, I go broke on guns,
Bitch, we toe tag shit, n***a
Ain't no one's
On the dead locs, we not the same, I'm from a different cloth, I have my jug n****s come and pick you off,
Sunset, we holdin' up, get to the county, it ain't no rollin up,
I run my whole hood, n****s know what's up,
Never had it easy, bitch, I always had it hard,
And I'm askin' where the crips at when I hit the prison yards,
Cuz I'm from norther cali,
Ain't too many of us up here, Fucc around, come up here, you gon' f*ck around and get
Stuck here, that's real talk,

I done wasted precious time on shit that wasn't worth it
Sometimes you gotta bite your tongue, cause speaking'll be worthless,
I cut off all the lights and think about my purpose,
Cause what happens in the dark will shine its way bacc
To the surface,
Who the f*ck told em that it's cool to do that nerd shit,
Take that mic from that clown boy, send em bacc to the circus, She told me, Daddy, I don't think you know how strong your words is,
All I spit is facts, so I guess the truth will hurt them,
A dollar and a dream, I was determined
To get my bag right on em, then you know it's curtains
Hand it over with urgency,
These broke hoes is hurt and',
Its the independent bread winners for me yall so pretty, They ain't keepin' up with me, they chasin' they tail' around in circles
We are not the same cloth and we don't use the same detergent, Money is my only fix, Ill do you sober,
I'm the type of nigga that your bitch cannot get over

Ah, bitch, I'm bustin' like a field trip,
How the fucc you got teardrops and you ain't kill shit,
Ain't no attempts, just murder ones when I drill shit,
Switch on the glocc nigga, that's what I call a kill switch,
That's on mommas, and I ain't got no big homies
I'm big dog around my section, go ask my lil' homies,
Hand out straps like I pass backwoods,
We got guns on guns, cuzz I wish a nigga would
That's on the dead homies
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Writer: Damon Stevenson
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Performed By: DeedaSmurf
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Damon Stevenson
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