Lyrics Dave East – Family Feud (EastMix)
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Moncler jackets I can’t feel the winter
Tu Mash’Allah
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but know I’m still a sinner
We can’t even eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller
I lied I ain’t putting hands on no female
Unless I’m up inside her, I pay attention to details
Single black chick, taking classes working retail
Know he from the hood
But don’t know the product that he sell
I got your bitch on the boat, yeah we sell
The dick got her stalking me asking me what’s my email
Guaranteed she call again, shit it’s me and Don again
Same niggas talking shit, was right there in the offering
Paranoid, imma circle the block before I park again
Givenchy hoodie, blocking the cameras when I be walking in
J mob, tell em don’t quit their day job
I was on a space pack pitching feeling like A Rod
I did a video with fab and niggas took my face off
Bitches love me, I go through more naps than a racehorse
Headline my own tour without a hit record
Bitches lose control, when they see me they get naked
Dj’s pressing me like yo East I need like 10 records
My daughter the only one that wink at me like 10 weapons
Constructs in the winter, I’m usually tims stepping
Your bitch want to be on my chest and imma bench press her
Couldn’t get anymore higher than this man
NY shit nigga, East, Don
You got to save me some room on this one my nigga
This where all the players emerge
All the tables reserved
20 thousand, that’s too much bottles for the waitress to serve
From public housing now a nigga found his way to the burbs
Thinking the life you will never understand the way I observe
Out the window, I’m brainstorming thinking while the rain pouring
Like since the fame things ain’t really been the same for em
Back and forth, switching planes
Different chains on us
When we back at home we gripping things for all the name calling
I know you niggas name calling
Be yourself before you see the wealth
Trust me I learn a lot of shit without the teacher help
Somethings I had to teach myself
You prolly won’t imagine
Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load from wagons
Shit don’t give me no reaction
All they see is foreigns passing and Rollies flashing
What about when we was in that lonely addict
Shedding tears because the other side just let my homies have it
Loading ratchets, we won’t be the only one closing caskets
Nigga everyday it’s numbers
I always get the same hunger
Learned from the OG’s that I was raised under
Pure cocaine cutters
Now the rain coat king colored
Gold rings and my whole chain smothered
When I had no name I was a 4 train jumper
Butter rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers
I clown hoes off then we exchange numbers
Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us
D and Don, brothers without the same mother
Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it
Press baby for cash money and
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debit
Diss and it wn’t even get to us, you ain’t buzzing
Nah, nah we ain’t budging (at all)