Deja Vu Songtext
von KA$HDAMI
Deja Vu Songtext
Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
It ain′t nun' lil baby, just send that pin
C-Call twin he gon′ hop out with that, (Ba!)
Call twin he got' hop out wit that Gen
Fr-Freaky hoe with me she gone off the Gin
F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
(Dami, oh my god) Yuh, yuh, yuh
Fr-Freaky hoe I think she liking my swag
Think it's bout time, that I make my move
Went to the store, copped a new Loui bag
Say its war nigga, fuck it, I ain′t making no truce
Huh, C-Catcha nigga lacking hit his ass with the deuce (Ba, Ba!)
I be posted outside with my gang, my crew
If you don′t mind me, then I won't mind you
That′s my swag, I seen it before like Déjà Vu
Yuh
Real stay with the gang though
Outside on the block where you can't go
Yuh, Shawty real sweet like mango
And I still got that stick cus I can′t go
Yuh, All of these rap niggas pussy I swear to god bitch I aint trippin'
H-Hop out them bushes, that Drac′ thing hit em'
Chop fire, sum' like a Pick, how it split em′
Yuh
It ain′t nun' lil baby, just send that pin
C-Call twin he gon′ hop out with that, (Ba!)
Call twin he got' hop out wit that Gen
Fr-Freaky hoe with me she gone off the Gin
Fu-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
(It′s KA$HWAYZ or no way nigga)
(Ahhhh)
Fbee, gang, gang, grttaaa
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
It ain′t nun' lil baby, just send that pin
C-Call twin he gon′ hop out with that, (Ba!)
Call twin he got' hop out wit that Gen
Fr-Freaky hoe with me she gone off the Gin
F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
(Dami, oh my god) Yuh, yuh, yuh
Fr-Freaky hoe I think she liking my swag
Think it's bout time, that I make my move
Went to the store, copped a new Loui bag
Say its war nigga, fuck it, I ain′t making no truce
Huh, C-Catcha nigga lacking hit his ass with the deuce (Ba, Ba!)
I be posted outside with my gang, my crew
If you don′t mind me, then I won't mind you
That′s my swag, I seen it before like Déjà Vu
Yuh
Real stay with the gang though
Outside on the block where you can't go
Yuh, Shawty real sweet like mango
And I still got that stick cus I can′t go
Yuh, All of these rap niggas pussy I swear to god bitch I aint trippin'
H-Hop out them bushes, that Drac′ thing hit em'
Chop fire, sum' like a Pick, how it split em′
Yuh
It ain′t nun' lil baby, just send that pin
C-Call twin he gon′ hop out with that, (Ba!)
Call twin he got' hop out wit that Gen
Fr-Freaky hoe with me she gone off the Gin
Fu-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get-
F-F-Fuck nigga try me bet his ass get lynched
(It′s KA$HWAYZ or no way nigga)
(Ahhhh)
Fbee, gang, gang, grttaaa
Writer(s): David Wallace, Vincent Andrew Lukes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

