​record deal lyrics

by

Dave Blunts


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Why would I be sad when the money steady comin' in?
Hit her from the back, she keep tellin' me to c*m in it
I just signed a record deal and n*ggas hate because of it
I just signed a record deal and now I'm up a couple M's
Yeah, you know that's right, lil' n*gga, I said a couple M's
That boy love the pillow talk, I do not f*ck with him
I don't f*ck with nig​gers and it's not because they black
I don't f*ck with nig​gers 'cause they talk behind my back
Pray I don't OD off of these X pills
I just f*cked your b*tch, shе wanna have sex still
And all my n*ggas crazy, boy, they down to slidе
If she cheat on me, then she gon' have to die

[Verse 1]
I just f*cked a b*tch, and then she told me she was they, them
Then she got offended when I asked her, "What does that mean?"
Told her, "I don't care as long as you don't got a p*nis"
I just a signed a record deal, they said I wouldn't be sh*t
I moved to LA, I really made it out the QC
Remember I was broke, and robbin' n*ggas for a QP
n*ggas hatin', on me 'cause I made it out
She put that pus*y on me, it smell like David Brown
[Bridge]
It smell like David Brown, it smell like David Brown, it smell like David Brown
It smell like David Brown, it smell like David Brown, it smell like David Brown

[Verse 2]
My lil' n*ggas dizzy because all they do is spin
If she wanna f*ck me, then she gotta f*ck my friends
Made your b*tches face look just like Honey, I Shrunk The Kids
I ran up my money, I don't care about a b*tch
I'm not listen tryna listen these vegan dyke c*nt b*tches
That boy ran up on me, best believe we left his top missin'
I signed away my masters, so I might as well be a slave
She heard that I get money, so she keep tryna get saved
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