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Duece Coupe (feat. EarthGang JID)(Intro: J.I.D)Please Please Please Please, Wait (Verse 1: J.I.D) Please don't try to compare us to another mad little fad Make you feel mad little fast Stress make a nigga grab mad little bags of the gas High pain, niggas laughing, we ash then we pass Father protect my 40 and my Deuce Deuce Never know what I got in my little Deuce Coupe Shawty wild trippin tryna throw the coo coo I gave it to my dog, that a alley oop- oop I heard someone said something about a six eye With all respect, bro we cool on the dick rise If I can make that shit grow then ima kill it Only pointing my gun at the guy in the mirror, Russian Roulette I'm just aware, it was a dare You be the scaredest, buried and jerried imperialist You should be very embarrassed, I dare a nigga to test This rap inside my intestines, I'm fully built with a blessing (Hook: J.I.D) But you my little Deuce Coupe you don't know what I got I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat You need to chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got 22, put a hole in your hat Shit, you better chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at But you don't know where you at (Verse 2: Johhny Venus) I guess she could have left a deal when they cut up the spades Keep quiet, keep quiet, this the bustin' brigade Or they gon lock your ass up and they gon run with the cage I had to buy it cause I got it just to shit on the pain The competition really nadda they just caught in the rain They just caught up like you, Deuce Deuce to the brain But you know, I don't really fuck with none of these roads I don't really fuck with none of these roads No no, I don't really fuck with none, none of these thangs Trusts em as a far as I could pop a lil' slug, it's probably because My name hold weight like it's caught in the mud You see my dad and my momma be the cause of the blood They tell me "freedom Be the cost of my blood Now what you need son? I know your problems by name Now is it treason? By what they offered to us The semi auto to your torso in the hemisphere That said, the sad, I made mistakes I'm better now, see baby cakes I'm sheltered now, can't blame the snakes Don't let me out, they round the way Yeah lord I know, the judges tongue gon burn today Cause he don't know what he be talkin any way it goes Deuce deuce on the playground, like Gon head get down, like Child, said gon head get down! (Hook: J.I.D) But you my little Deuce Coupe you don't know what I got I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat You need to chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got 22, put a hole in your hat Shit, you better chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at But you don't know where you at (Verse 3: Doctor Dot) Sandwiched in between death and birth I'm a young kielbasa with the works Lip lockin with a young pill popper And I'm certain the cotton mouth, wanna fake the squirt (Oh No) Only one way to test, Holy Moly impressed Only fumes of the medical occupying my chest I've been eating my vegetables, I've been getting my rest The kingdom is coming now is the time to invest Fair warning pardon me it's the petty me, telling me That I should call every ex and try to fuck'em as an X list celebrity Just don't let me choke you cause I doubt if Imma let you breathe Hard to believe I connect the dot on felonies Huh, I'm a better me now Me and my two niggas, 'Oh brother where art thou?' While minding my own business, like officer calm down We all got camera's on our phone, you about to get called out Now my little deuce coupe you don't know what I got Can't catch me, they'll throw at the cop You need to chill you don't know where you at You don't know where you at You got my little deuce coupe, know what I got Big chew, put a hole in your mouth You need to chill, you don't know where you at You don't know where you at, you don't know where you at (Hook: J.I.D) But you my little Deuce Coupe you don't know what I got I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat You need to chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got 22, put a hole in your hat Shit, you better chill you don't know where you at Dawg, you don't know where you at But you don't know where you at |