Keep It On The D-Lo (Feat. Mitchy Slick, Compton Menace) lyrics

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D-Lo


If I f*ck you, can you keep it on the d-lo?
I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle
I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup
Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some di*k
Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina

[Verse 1: D-Lo]
Girl, all you got is pus*y to give a n*gga?
Dumb b*tch, you ain't seeing the bigger picture
Haha! I'm on my big dog sh*t and if you ain't about no money you can't be my b*tch
See, you got action, that satisfaction, my pimping is strong, b*tch
But if I gotta hurt you, you gonna be on your own, b*tch
I'm 'bout 50 toes down, bro, that's 5 hoes
And when I shoot I don't miss, I think I'm Dale Rose
I'm David Roughy, these b*tches, they shoot without me
I f*cked her without a penny, boy, that ain't like me
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina
No regy, boy, I smoked the dopest reefer
Look, my weed loud, like Samuel L Jackson
I can multiply and divide these b*tches like fractions
I'm a rude boy, I'm a cold n*gga
I'm the reason these b*tches call you they old n*gga
If I f*ck you, can you keep it on the d-lo?
I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle
I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup
Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some di*k
Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina

[Verse 2: Mitchy Slick]
She hit the Mandolin, Venetian, and Caesar's in one night
Retired at the crack of dawn till the gates racked her with no God
Never listened to her momma, never listened in school
So if you bet on her listening to ism, you a fool
The pea hunter I call her, all of Vegas know about her
She got hella victims in her bag, got pictures of them with powder
Residue on their nose while they're snoozing in their Polos
He ain't never had real snow so he f*cked her to the sun rose
New to the desert, so we never knew vet hoes this cold
To keep frying toes to your as*h*le but won't give you no blow
Go out like the whole cake, f*ck first, I can't screw it
You can tell every b*tch at the service, your name's ruined
If I'd have known the business, now you f*cked off
Two notes away from paying your rova truck off, now she done truck off
She could've kept that pus*y, I'm a f*ck who earn this, why I'm always swerving
This the new end journey
If I f*ck you, can you keep it on the d-lo?
I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle
I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup
Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some di*k
Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina

[Verse 3: Compton Menace]
She know I get it, I'm pitching about that trap
n*ggas, they know it's Menace, I keep that b*tch on my lap
Suckers, they love to hate but they never 'bout that paper
n*ggas ain't really balling, they ain't playing with the Lakers
Trucking with real lovers, breaking it out with C-Lo
f*cking with bad b*tches but keeping it on the d-lo
Step out, n*ggas love to run they mouth
n*ggas come from the bottom cause I lead it from the south
I'm smoking on that sh*t, pimping on that b*tch
Hopping off that lag and jumping in something sick
Sipping on that sh*t, I'm thinking with my mind on my di*k
Baby, I'm a baller, not a trick'
She know that I'm rollin'
She see me, she want it
When I pull up, she on it
She know I'm running that corn
Tell me this
If I f*ck you, can you keep it on the d-lo?
I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle
I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup
Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some di*k
Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina
I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina

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