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Luhh Dyl - Sign Ndas Lyrics

[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
I can't even move, this chain on me and shit
My coffee in here
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let the beat ride like that, uh-huh
Slow down (Uh-huh, uh-huh, go get it)

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
We got so many 'bows in this bitch, you would think it's a farm
Chain cost a leg and an arm
Be puttin' that shit on daily, I don't think hard
Get smacked up for thinkin' he hard
If niggas ain't gang, I'm makin' 'em stay far away, can't have niggas thinkin' they ours
They wanna come in, we make hoes sign NDAs, they know that they dealin' with stars
It's a party, I brought all thot hoes
Niggas talkin' 'bout Glocks, we got those
White bitch bringin' the nachos
Rap shit easy, I swear it's like makin' a taco (Slow down)

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl & Lil Darius]
Spin the whole block 'til the block gone
Snow first like I threw IcyHot on
They puttin' my name in the hot zone
I can name Instagram hoes that I fucked 'fore I got on (Come on, I am not lyin')
We be outside (Uh-huh)
You ain't gon' slide? Nigga, step aside (Uh-huh)
You ain't gon' ride? Nigga, catch a ride
Up the rod, make him pick his side, we kill him if he can't decide (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Darius]
I been gettin' money since baby boy, I feel like Tyrese Gibson
Forever player, bitch half Kardashian, but I still be pimpin'
My youngins turnt, they comin' trim, but they know I come the trimmest
I don't fuck with Trish, I'm sippin' Wock', shit got me walkin' flimsy
Diamonds dancin', shit be hip shakin' like it come from Philly
I almost fucked a fan, on the real, lil' bitch done tried to rizz me
Nigga drop a diss, I drop a ten, my lil' bro go and spin it
Damn, I'm surprised my nigga ain't fuckin' dizzy
Could've been on Druski how that nigga stand on fuckin' business
Twenty bad bitches in the Bnb, just me and Dyl
My car ain't cryin', but the whip I'm ridin' Redeye for real
I been lit, I wasn't nothin' but seventeen, like Josh, I was payin' bills
Glock 19, it hold a thirty-two, call it baby O'Neal
I'm havin' motion, pockets look obese, my shit on Uncle Phil

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
We got so many 'bows in this bitch, you would think it's a farm
Chain cost a leg and an arm
Be puttin' that shit on daily, I don't think hard
Get smacked up for thinkin' he hard
If niggas ain't gang, I'm makin' 'em stay far away, can't have niggas thinkin' they ours
They wanna come in, we make hoes sign NDAs, they know that they dealin' with stars
It's a party, I brought all thot hoes
Niggas talkin' 'bout Glocks, we got those
White bitch bringin' the nachos
Rap shit easy, I swear it's like makin' a taco
[Outro: Luhh Dyl]
It's a party, I brought all thot hoes
Niggas talkin' 'bout Glocks, we got those
White bitch bringin' the nachos
Rap shit easy, I swear it's like makin' a taco