Dion Did It - Ja Morant (feat. A-Deala)

His feet danglin', nigga
I said they found him on a limb
His feet danglin', nigga
I said they found him on a limb
His feet danglin', nigga

Aye, Aye
I said, you playin' real close,
You playin' dangerous, nigga
They found him hangin' on a limb
His feet danglin', nigga
I'm takin' shots from downtown,
I Dame a nigga
Too many blics in this bitch,
We exchangin', nigga
I hit his hoe,
Tell her meet me at my lo
Say she needed workout time,
Tum bout exercise her throat
Ain't finna argue with no nigga
Bout his bitch, wife or his hoe
You plugged on her location,
You can pull up right to my lo
IAin't beefin' bout no bitches,
Merched a hundred times on bro
And if you pull up to this lo,
I'ma blow this bitch from the door
I'ma go back in the crib,
And keep on bangin his hoe
Ayy,
She ain't even move,
She was still holdin' her post
Mane, these niggas lame as hell,
Tryna proach me bout a hoe
Don't come fishin' around this lake, nigga
Hell yeah, we keep them poles
Call lil nine, he got nine
He like to hit the licks on the lo
And shawty boppin on this dick
She turn around and get me throat
I'm pullin' cash, all out my pants
She tryna shake that ass some more
I call her bro, he get the sprayin
We gon' watch everybody get low
That bitch a groupie and a fan
Deala never trust these hoes
Got twelve shots like Ja Morant
Red tips, rip his side and explode

His feet danglin', nigga
I said they found him on a limb
His feet danglin', nigga
I said they found him on a limb
His feet danglin', nigga
Haan

Written by:
Aubrey Fourte Jr., Tristan Beaver

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