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lirik lagu dave east - it's a shame

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[intro]
(high~high~high honors)

[verse]
yo, once again it’s dave east, touchin’ a hundred stashes
in caskets, we put them b~st~rds (baow)
we run the apples, steve jobs, only one did it faster (only one)
portraits of egyptian women, play ashford and simpson
if cash was missing, watch my dog get a bag off the benches (got it)
trips to italy, my presence different, b~tches not forgetting me (never)
noodles from sicily, this a epiphany (oh)
manifested, bubba la lexus, right where it’s treacherous (skrrt)
’95 when kool g dropped, junkies infеsted (uh)
where wе played ball, syringes to benzes, this was a dream (dream)
run from where n~ggas was teens, half a million out they jeans (harlem)
talking fritz, rich, duwop, l.a. before the rooftop (uh)
a few chops, we kept in the crib, rollin’ up ooh~whops
that’s two blunts, got cheese, middle of the day like school lunch
hustle ’til i’m swimming in this money like the scrooge duck (swimmin’)
i never gave two f~cks (never), d~cky said i’m blued up
marines turn to police, sames one that rocked the crew cut (uh)
i’m cool with a smoker, that’ll smoke yo ass for two bucks (baow)
n~ggas play games on the internet, now my mood’s stuck (stuck)
i’m drooled up, everything heavy like we be doves
from the benz to bm dub, quick to get your bm dub (dub)
keep that over there, i run through the city like i know the man (runnin’)
they hope they execute you, when n~ggas just want to hold a chair
it’s don peasy, arm freezy, the chum breezy (breezy)
that mean it’s dancin’, i’m in the vans and ain’t on tv (can’t see me)
gotta be vintage, 112 and mace probably rocked it
went from playing casey till i had a case in the docket
never saving face, i don’t give a f~ck about y’all topics
we was day to day, tryna make our way right out the projects
no paper for lazy n~ggas, boy you gotta get busy
that’s how i got it
[outro]
a hundred thousand dollars in twenties, drinkin’ remy out the bottle
hope the cops don’t get with me
ain’t no security near me, when i’m back through the city
no paper for lazy n~ggas, boy, you gotta get busy
i’m better proud of you


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