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No Dm’s Lyrics by Foreign

2024

It's bout what you say and make sure you ain’t lying
Spitting heat is way deeper than rhyming
Going to drill is way deeper than riding
Especially when it involves somebody dying
Phone at the crib dont hop on a call
Keep your mouth shut don't speak what saw
Send your girl and credit card to the mall
It should appear like you weren't there at all
If he wants beef let it simmer than roast em
Got the bread, grab your toaster let’s toast him
Do not say fly high when you go post him
He wanted smoke till my G reaper smoked
Got a choice to run or to stay
I for one am not with running away
But do to condition that won't be the case
If two follows one then we go on a chase

(2X) They ran your plate they know where you stay
They got your picture and know your full name
Hit the back streets then straight to the highway

Eject a bullet hit one in his think space
Jb remove him like a variable in the wrong place
Mask on so they don't see your face
When you see him turn his lemon to lemonade
Wait for your lawyer, tell me what they say
Post your bail we gonna see you out the next day
Adequate results build up your resume
Money coming in in so many news ways

Hold on Let me change up the mood
She said I love you but I can't say it too
Had two bad bitches but I had no clue
Had so much liquor thought I was seeing in two
It's a party everyone here is a smuch
Girl direct me, show my hand what to do
One on her tity other one on her couch
I always spit heat, even sick in the booth
Money helps me see what is in front of me
Versace frames help me focus on money
You where laughing when nothing was funny
Now that I got bread you want something from me

It's bout what you say and make sure you ain't lying
Spitting heat is way deeper than rhyming
Going to drill is way deeper than riding
Especially when it involves somebody dying
Phone at the crib dont hop on a call
Keep your mouth shut don't speak what saw
Send your girl and credit card to the mall
It should appear like you weren’t there at all
If he wants beef let it simmer than roast em
Got the bread, grab your toaster let’s toast him
Do not say fly high when you go post him
He wanted smoke till my G reaper smoked
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About “No Dm’s” by Foreign

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