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Trey Deuce
I said I got a big gun, that'll leave this DJ spinning,
I give his crew that ray rice the way Im beatin women,
I got my feet up in his complex like this my buildin,
felling like AP the way I beat his children..
You ain't rushin for a thousand stop talking shit,
you ain't ballin homo, you ain't playin for the knicks,
you outside with a helmet on, on a lowered rim, throwin bricks,
so the special Olympics is the only place that this Pro-Fits..
Faggot I'm so mean wit it imma kill you wit DJ's and put a scheme in it...
He ran up on me like he was DJ FRESH,
but did'nt want no DRAMA,
So I asked WHOO KID but he ain't want no problems,
it was his PREMIER but so MANY others better,
you only good with the beats faggot DAVID GUETTA..
If there's a Don Demarco button y'all should hit,
cause the way I spit it, is like I'm autistic,
ya momma don't stop suckin till I am finished,
n when I nut shit lookin like I'm artistic..
Now faggot I'm snappin.. No not like a Latino chick,
Faggot I'm snapping, like the G string on your fat bitch.
You say you from chi-raq letting your toolie spray,
no it's more like your from Chicago 32 and gay...
you've been on OT solid for 2 fuckin days,
you expect us to believe you in them streets moving dem thangs?
DJ Pro-Fit
So OK Trey Douche,
I hope u an ya ppl prayed to Hèsus/
Cuz u'll be da 1st one in a Cast for Acting like u even wanna Play Deuce/
So pick a stage, I'll dig ya Grace Deuce/
As soon as u feel like gettin brave/
I'll lift da gauge an it'll be a dog cage/
cuz in ya own place I'll lay da Deuce/
U must be faded off dat Gray Goose/
U talking all dis grown man shit until I knock out one of ya baby tooth's/
but u so bitch made dat even if u bleed u'll prolly leak out lady juice/
on ya home base we can swing it out like Babe Ruth/
Or shoot it out like Beirut/
Like look bitch I don't jus diss I'll den disarm u, dishonor ya momma too/
burry u in front of da bitch an tell da chick to dig up her baby's roots/
Iet da chrome blow off da top of ya dome Dats how I raise da roof/
ya soul will raise up too/
let my tool off it'll b spiritual U-Haul, I'll have it making moves/
An we all seen Boyz In The Hood, so we already know riding out 4 ya niggas is somethin u ain't gon do/
I said I got a big gun, that'll leave this DJ spinning,
I give his crew that ray rice the way Im beatin women,
I got my feet up in his complex like this my buildin,
felling like AP the way I beat his children..
You ain't rushin for a thousand stop talking shit,
you ain't ballin homo, you ain't playin for the knicks,
you outside with a helmet on, on a lowered rim, throwin bricks,
so the special Olympics is the only place that this Pro-Fits..
Faggot I'm so mean wit it imma kill you wit DJ's and put a scheme in it...
He ran up on me like he was DJ FRESH,
but did'nt want no DRAMA,
So I asked WHOO KID but he ain't want no problems,
it was his PREMIER but so MANY others better,
you only good with the beats faggot DAVID GUETTA..
If there's a Don Demarco button y'all should hit,
cause the way I spit it, is like I'm autistic,
ya momma don't stop suckin till I am finished,
n when I nut shit lookin like I'm artistic..
Now faggot I'm snappin.. No not like a Latino chick,
Faggot I'm snapping, like the G string on your fat bitch.
You say you from chi-raq letting your toolie spray,
no it's more like your from Chicago 32 and gay...
you've been on OT solid for 2 fuckin days,
you expect us to believe you in them streets moving dem thangs?
DJ Pro-Fit
So OK Trey Douche,
I hope u an ya ppl prayed to Hèsus/
Cuz u'll be da 1st one in a Cast for Acting like u even wanna Play Deuce/
So pick a stage, I'll dig ya Grace Deuce/
As soon as u feel like gettin brave/
I'll lift da gauge an it'll be a dog cage/
cuz in ya own place I'll lay da Deuce/
U must be faded off dat Gray Goose/
U talking all dis grown man shit until I knock out one of ya baby tooth's/
but u so bitch made dat even if u bleed u'll prolly leak out lady juice/
on ya home base we can swing it out like Babe Ruth/
Or shoot it out like Beirut/
Like look bitch I don't jus diss I'll den disarm u, dishonor ya momma too/
burry u in front of da bitch an tell da chick to dig up her baby's roots/
Iet da chrome blow off da top of ya dome Dats how I raise da roof/
ya soul will raise up too/
let my tool off it'll b spiritual U-Haul, I'll have it making moves/
An we all seen Boyz In The Hood, so we already know riding out 4 ya niggas is somethin u ain't gon do/