Competition Domination Lyrics & Tabs by DJ Lucky L

Competition Domination

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DJ Lucky L

Album : Chiraq Drill MusicPlayStop

TookaVille, I rep the shit Sneak Dissing meet the ex of it Say fuck Tooka you meet the clip Yo mans die, you still ain't on shit Respect, yeah I earned the shit Disease gun leave you burning shit Burn niggas like I burn blank discs King Lil Jay for president Nigga dissing on me, that's death row And you know I keep the strap like Velcro No Taco Bell, but I keep the shells though JMoney got called on death row You a singer, or a rapper I'm a real nigga, I'll clap ya Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt Feed the boys clip, and my mans said he a actor Me I got shot But you know that ain't stop Me from getting this guap Any send ebt every sending shots Do a hit on 064, now the block hot Free Wee Wee C, balla 50 shot .223, it'll make a nigga diddy bop Team no lacking so you know I gotta keep a shot Do a hit up in traffic Stretch a nigga out like elastic Make ya guys disappear like magic Get money, kill a opp, that's a passion You a lame nigga, you ain't wit it You paranoid, just admit it R.I.P. To my competition I'm taking over my city Niggas mad cause they know it's my time Like madden so I can't get signed Put money on my head, they tryin So hard but I'm still on my grind Nigga said my name for no reason My flow hard like cement It's a cold world, nigga you anemic You GDK, but ya daddy was a region These for the niggas that don't know I be throwing bullets, Tony Romo Pull up in a 4 door with a 4-0 Make ya body go up and down like a yo-yo If he one, to the game I don't see Any nigga in the streets that's hot as me Got a deal now, so you getting money I remember them days when you was bummy Dirty nigga, skinny pants, and Mohawk Semi auto with a stove, take ya nose off Sipping Act til a young nigga doze off All you niggas catching bullets like Randy Moss Got my choppa in the car like Rick Ross I'll crucify a nigga, nail him to the cross I don't see the competition, eyes on the boss Hollow tips make ya jump like Kriss-Kross These niggas got me fucked up, why the wasting my time Say they gone kill me, say they in the streets, I swear to God they lying When I see em, them niggas dying, it's get rich or die trying Thirty shots all in my nine, shoot NumbaNine bout nine times


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