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2024 DX (feat. JBodega) Video (MV)




Performed By: 3one4
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Toriano Beasley, Jayson Stringer
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3one4 - 2024 DX (feat. JBodega) Lyrics
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I think I'm da shit jus look how I been poppin
I rep da Lou and bout to acknowledge it
Bitches ain't want me they see me on tv
Stay all on my dick
Kuz they wanna just swallow me
No stupid hoe you did not hit the lottery
My niggas wit it so no ain't no moppin me
Bitch I'm a vegan so roll up dat broccoli
Two middle fingers if you ever doubted me
Two middles for niggahs who doubted me
No u would not get a dime out me
Dega he walk around with bout a dime on me
Come get ya bitch she druling and downing me
Ask where I been come find me
If it ain't bout no dough get from round me
Keep some killers and dealers around me
Ten toes don't need em around
Ima stay wit da flame like a bic
Know Im hot like a pot of dem grits
When you down on yo dick
Tryna get on yo shit
Couple niggas and bitches gone switch
Dega diamonds hard no glitch
Gotta fourty and a nine j smith
Like Pringle's im stacking them chip
Ex trapper Get a pack then flip
I done been in my bag yeah
Ima we beast Im a dawg Im a Goat
Ain't no stopping dis shit I'm on Go
Niggas hate on da top and da low
At the top we ain't going to low
If they patting I ain't go through the tho
Laces tied won't trip off a hoe
Can't copy this drip it ain't at sto
Steppin fresh out da jar nothing but kush in a gar
They be smelling me way from a far
Jump out da gym bitch I be raising da bar
I been rolling dis beat like a car
Im steering shit fast
I'm doing the dash
Rims bumped the curb but i didn't crash
I'm chasing my future can't trip off the past
Im aiming for first can't settle for last
You run away from da sack like a quarter back
I get the pack I just flip it and double dat
They tryna book me and talking a couple racks
We can go work the price like a jumpin jack
Might just go f*ck da game with a honey pack
Sleeping on me like a hunnit naps
Gotta keep it a buck kuz dese niggaz kap
Running circles around em a hunnit laps
Big bodega he a veteran
Kut the locks kick the tho gone let me in
Hit ya block dj unk 2 stepping shit
Arp hitting knocking off ya relatives
Say he got the drank first gotta check the seal
Where the light foe I pop it gotta check the pill
Dawg bouta come home just got appeal
Tell the label where I sign lets get a meal
Shit getting real
Aye
Dega all about paper I'm all about dough
Give no f*cks bout no hater
These nigga be wolfing talking all loud
They better pipe down or get put threw a table
Stretch him like a table
This not kane and able
I ride for my brother I die for my stable
Told mama we outside no need for no cable
Try to do shit like dega these niggas ain't able
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English

I think I'm da shit jus look how I been poppin
I rep da Lou and bout to acknowledge it
Bitches ain't want me they see me on tv
Stay all on my dick
Kuz they wanna just swallow me
No stupid hoe you did not hit the lottery
My niggas wit it so no ain't no moppin me
Bitch I'm a vegan so roll up dat broccoli
Two middle fingers if you ever doubted me
Two middles for niggahs who doubted me
No u would not get a dime out me
Dega he walk around with bout a dime on me
Come get ya bitch she druling and downing me
Ask where I been come find me
If it ain't bout no dough get from round me
Keep some killers and dealers around me
Ten toes don't need em around
Ima stay wit da flame like a bic
Know Im hot like a pot of dem grits
When you down on yo dick
Tryna get on yo shit
Couple niggas and bitches gone switch
Dega diamonds hard no glitch
Gotta fourty and a nine j smith
Like Pringle's im stacking them chip
Ex trapper Get a pack then flip
I done been in my bag yeah
Ima we beast Im a dawg Im a Goat
Ain't no stopping dis shit I'm on Go
Niggas hate on da top and da low
At the top we ain't going to low
If they patting I ain't go through the tho
Laces tied won't trip off a hoe
Can't copy this drip it ain't at sto
Steppin fresh out da jar nothing but kush in a gar
They be smelling me way from a far
Jump out da gym bitch I be raising da bar
I been rolling dis beat like a car
Im steering shit fast
I'm doing the dash
Rims bumped the curb but i didn't crash
I'm chasing my future can't trip off the past
Im aiming for first can't settle for last
You run away from da sack like a quarter back
I get the pack I just flip it and double dat
They tryna book me and talking a couple racks
We can go work the price like a jumpin jack
Might just go f*ck da game with a honey pack
Sleeping on me like a hunnit naps
Gotta keep it a buck kuz dese niggaz kap
Running circles around em a hunnit laps
Big bodega he a veteran
Kut the locks kick the tho gone let me in
Hit ya block dj unk 2 stepping shit
Arp hitting knocking off ya relatives
Say he got the drank first gotta check the seal
Where the light foe I pop it gotta check the pill
Dawg bouta come home just got appeal
Tell the label where I sign lets get a meal
Shit getting real
Aye
Dega all about paper I'm all about dough
Give no f*cks bout no hater
These nigga be wolfing talking all loud
They better pipe down or get put threw a table
Stretch him like a table
This not kane and able
I ride for my brother I die for my stable
Told mama we outside no need for no cable
Try to do shit like dega these niggas ain't able
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Writer: Toriano Beasley, Jayson Stringer
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