Dutchavelli Segregation Lyrics

[Intro]
(Chucks)
Look

[Chorus]
Segregation, thirty weeks (Piss)
My neighbor doin' a protest, banging his door, let me sleep
Still got my TEC and my E-45 (Yeah), I ain't got my USB
I'ma charge this when I get to the wing
Hold up, cuz doin' AFC's (Wow)

[Verse 1]
I just [?] four more, [?] two with the G's
No [?] or the one's or the two's
It's a no-go zone in the three's
Have you ever made paper, paper? (Ah)
Like, what do you mean?
My boy come through like twenty-five sheets (Yeah)
And it's all off a legal V
Have you ever had to relocate 'cause the gov' told you that you bein' too naughty
Got through that direct order (No), told bro I'ma bе back shortly (Shortly)
Unit five, that's [?]'s block, [?] that owes me guap
Soon as gеt there, shit's on top (What?)
One way trip to the block, yo' (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Segregation, thirty weeks (Piss)
My neighbor doin' a protest, banging his door, let me sleep
Still got my TEC and my E-45 (Yeah), I ain't got no USB
I'ma charge this when I get to the wing
Hold up, cuz doin' AFC's
[Post-Chorus]
Gov's wanna shit me out, I got to go to a high point
Know there's a yute that I met in hide-out (Yeah)
I finessed a for a TEC and knife point (f*ck 'em)
Neck, back and chest, when I shoot, don't aim at thyroid (No) If it's ride in voluntary, like it's quarantine, then it can't be my boy

[Verse 2]
Watch how I get in that bus (Yeah), in Dutch's setting
As soon as I get there, I buy a phone
First thing, find out how much they're sellin'
I need [?] for my cerebellum
[?] in the water, I can smell that lemon
Told man manage the [?] on the eighth
Thursday come, I'm gettin' the Z in
Swing that phone out the window
Night time come, put the sim in the bedding
Feds do a spin, no sweating, I still got a couple of cases pending (Yeah)
[?] Dutch is getting long, I'm tryna go uni free on my bredren
Heard there's an opp in education
Morning free flow, you know that I'm steppin' (Yeah), check me (Dutch)

[Chorus]
Segregation, thirty weeks (Piss)
My neighbor doin' a protest, banging his door, let me sleep
Still got my TEC and my E-45 (Yeah), I ain't got no USB
I'ma charge this when I get to the wing
Hold up, cuz doin' AFC's
[Post-Chorus]
Gov's wanna shit me out, I got to go to a high point
Know there's a yute that I met in hide-out (Yeah)
I finessed a for a TEC and knife point (f*ck 'em)
Neck, back and chest, when I shoot, don't aim at thyroid (No)
If it's ride in voluntary, like it's quarantine, then it can't be my boy (Yeah)

[Outro]
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