My brother on the line say he need me
I'm out of state, layin' low and steady movin sleazy
I done some niggas greasy
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been a snitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Coming out the struggle I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs wit 5 boy that shit made me humble
The real kitchen Houdini, cookin' beanies and weenies
Splitting meals wit my brothers makin' spreads to be peasy
I was born in Vallejo, pullin' bitches out in Diego
Coming out of Sac niggas pop you like a mento
Be about your dollars, never worry about a hater
If you on a hater time then I'll see you later
Posted in Tacoma with my top shotters
Every nigga I thugged with back then still gettin guala
Missin' all my partners, hope my niggas be stayin' smooth
We was young and skippin' school like we ain't have a clue
North crack a lackin' they gon' make some shit happen
Niggas claimin' Beattles Ford throw the 4 n be stackin'
Dope shit only nigga come and cop you a bow
Niggas got it for the low, come and get it and go
If you on the west side, then you gettin' that dough
Got love for California, it's just stuck in my soul
I be on the west coast and I feel so at home
Not into sharing pain, I just do it alone
I'm not in all that drama, got enough in my home
I'm just tryna break the cycle if you feel what I'm on
My own family be weird, and they talk down when you wrong
Even when you doing right, they make you feel like you wrong
My brother on the line say he need me
I'm out of state, layin' low instead, he movin' sleazy
I done some niggas greasy,
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been this bitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Comin' out to struggle, I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs with 5 boys that shit made me humble
The real kitchen houdini cookin' beanies and weenies
Splittin' meals with my brothers makin' spreads to be easy, nigga
DueceTall - Beanies N Weenies Lyrics
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My brother on the line say he need me
I'm out of state, layin' low and steady movin sleazy
I done some niggas greasy
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been a snitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Coming out the struggle I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs wit 5 boy that shit made me humble
The real kitchen Houdini, cookin' beanies and weenies
Splitting meals wit my brothers makin' spreads to be peasy
I was born in Vallejo, pullin' bitches out in Diego
Coming out of Sac niggas pop you like a mento
Be about your dollars, never worry about a hater
If you on a hater time then I'll see you later
Posted in Tacoma with my top shotters
Every nigga I thugged with back then still gettin guala
Missin' all my partners, hope my niggas be stayin' smooth
We was young and skippin' school like we ain't have a clue
North crack a lackin' they gon' make some shit happen
Niggas claimin' Beattles Ford throw the 4 n be stackin'
Dope shit only nigga come and cop you a bow
Niggas got it for the low, come and get it and go
If you on the west side, then you gettin' that dough
Got love for California, it's just stuck in my soul
I be on the west coast and I feel so at home
Not into sharing pain, I just do it alone
I'm not in all that drama, got enough in my home
I'm just tryna break the cycle if you feel what I'm on
My own family be weird, and they talk down when you wrong
Even when you doing right, they make you feel like you wrong
My brother on the line say he need me
I'm out of state, layin' low instead, he movin' sleazy
I done some niggas greasy,
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been this bitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Comin' out to struggle, I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs with 5 boys that shit made me humble
The real kitchen houdini cookin' beanies and weenies
Splittin' meals with my brothers makin' spreads to be easy, nigga
I'm out of state, layin' low and steady movin sleazy
I done some niggas greasy
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been a snitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Coming out the struggle I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs wit 5 boy that shit made me humble
The real kitchen Houdini, cookin' beanies and weenies
Splitting meals wit my brothers makin' spreads to be peasy
I was born in Vallejo, pullin' bitches out in Diego
Coming out of Sac niggas pop you like a mento
Be about your dollars, never worry about a hater
If you on a hater time then I'll see you later
Posted in Tacoma with my top shotters
Every nigga I thugged with back then still gettin guala
Missin' all my partners, hope my niggas be stayin' smooth
We was young and skippin' school like we ain't have a clue
North crack a lackin' they gon' make some shit happen
Niggas claimin' Beattles Ford throw the 4 n be stackin'
Dope shit only nigga come and cop you a bow
Niggas got it for the low, come and get it and go
If you on the west side, then you gettin' that dough
Got love for California, it's just stuck in my soul
I be on the west coast and I feel so at home
Not into sharing pain, I just do it alone
I'm not in all that drama, got enough in my home
I'm just tryna break the cycle if you feel what I'm on
My own family be weird, and they talk down when you wrong
Even when you doing right, they make you feel like you wrong
My brother on the line say he need me
I'm out of state, layin' low instead, he movin' sleazy
I done some niggas greasy,
I done some bitches bad
I ain't never been this bitch DueceTall steady in his bag
Comin' out to struggle, I seen my mama hustle
Workin' 2 jobs with 5 boys that shit made me humble
The real kitchen houdini cookin' beanies and weenies
Splittin' meals with my brothers makin' spreads to be easy, nigga
Writer: Duece Tall
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