D. Ardee - Still D.R.D lyrics
[D. Ardee - Still D.R.D lyrics]
Here’s your intro nigga, I been gold nigga
Bank account sizzle, watch the inflow nigga
Skillfull nigga, younging that you know well
These bitches I beckon and
Catch them like Odell
Peep the regiment, I stay ahead of it
One time for the hottest in Connecticut
And shoutout to my niggas to the North
I’m repping that bean and the Port, yeah
(So if you ain’t up on thangs)
D ardee be the brand keep a bitch on demand
Still pumping the pearls
Still running the world
Still hating while I’m up in your girl
Still stacking racks while you
Tumble and twirl
Still keep my team right even when
I’m up in the world
Whether we laying out lovely or
My team all bloody either way we still young
Blacks getting money
Fuck a pound, light the fire to the sounds
The beats a drug
Got me higher than the mountain
Give me the crown, rhymes profound
Niggas standing tall I did it with no ground
I’m the illest, damn what a talent
Killing y'all niggas oh damn what a habit
I’m coming for you
Part of life’s rich pageant
Words be sorcery, I write with magic
New England nigga, catch me in a lowrider
East coast motherfuckers
What you know bout 'em?
No silence, beat banging, nigga ghost riding
Dee coming
You gon have to make your road wider
Still the same nigga, I just hope you know
Realest nigga, who the fuck is pinocchio
For the profit, Never gon stop it
Till I’m rolling with a milli
Founding fathers in my pocket
I'm representing dirty music all
Across the world
Still repping my city and criolos, girl
(Still writing my rhymes till
You rest in peace
From the port even up in the bean
It's the D-R-D)
Bank account sizzle, watch the inflow nigga
Skillfull nigga, younging that you know well
These bitches I beckon and
Catch them like Odell
Peep the regiment, I stay ahead of it
One time for the hottest in Connecticut
And shoutout to my niggas to the North
I’m repping that bean and the Port, yeah
(So if you ain’t up on thangs)
D ardee be the brand keep a bitch on demand
Still pumping the pearls
Still running the world
Still hating while I’m up in your girl
Still stacking racks while you
Tumble and twirl
Still keep my team right even when
I’m up in the world
Whether we laying out lovely or
My team all bloody either way we still young
Blacks getting money
Fuck a pound, light the fire to the sounds
The beats a drug
Got me higher than the mountain
Give me the crown, rhymes profound
Niggas standing tall I did it with no ground
I’m the illest, damn what a talent
Killing y'all niggas oh damn what a habit
I’m coming for you
Part of life’s rich pageant
Words be sorcery, I write with magic
New England nigga, catch me in a lowrider
East coast motherfuckers
What you know bout 'em?
No silence, beat banging, nigga ghost riding
Dee coming
You gon have to make your road wider
Still the same nigga, I just hope you know
Realest nigga, who the fuck is pinocchio
For the profit, Never gon stop it
Till I’m rolling with a milli
Founding fathers in my pocket
I'm representing dirty music all
Across the world
Still repping my city and criolos, girl
(Still writing my rhymes till
You rest in peace
From the port even up in the bean
It's the D-R-D)