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The Underachievers – No Detectives

Albums: The Underachievers – Lords Of Flatbush 3
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Lyrics The Underachievers – No Detectives

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Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
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Sid Vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jagger
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no Cortisone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

I got 2 hoes for the night, shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter

Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

I got 2 hoes for the night, shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price
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Album

The Underachievers – Lords Of Flatbush 3