Asking Questions Lyrics – D-Block Europe

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[Intro: Dirtbike LB]
We stigging the car, we feel like a star, I’m Lupe
I bought her RIMOWA, tryna fit you inside of the suitcase
I put it in her mouth and the white coming out like toothpaste
She held me down, had to go and figure out a new way

[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
I be asking questions so it’s hard for me
It’s the streets that got me fu*ked up, so it’s part of me
And the money keep on coming so it’s kosher
I just wanna write a letter to my soldier
[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
Streets got me fu*king up right now
The streets got me fu*ked up right now
Half of my n!ggas inside now
So half of these b!tches are coming in right now
Mixing my wocky like right now
Turned a bit fu*ked up but I’ve got alright now
Twin got the double like pipe now
Twin FN and I ain’t gonna fight now
Codeine make me feel worse, I mumble my words
How can these streets make me cursed?
These streets done made me worse
This Percy, Percy, Perc, it’s fu*k you, pay me first
She fu*king toxic but the Birkin made it work
I told her lies, “I ain’t got wh*res”
Bought a Ferrari, I needed a horse
I bought you two Rollies, you keep them, of course
I’d fu*k your friend, I ain’t showing remorse
Weren’t this love language, so fu*k this s*it, let me talk some Chinese
Way too lit for the IG, how can I post when they want me on my knees?
Might catch a M and fly to the island like, “Can somebody find me?”
Minor offence but he’s still on the run in Dubai like, “Somebody find me”

[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
I be asking questions so it’s hard for me

It’s the streets that got me fu*ked up, so it’s part of me
And the money keep on coming so it’s kosher
I just wanna write a letter to my soldier

[Verse 2: Young Adz]
Streets got me fu*ked up right now
So high, ring me, I can’t type now
All of this bankroll turned her dyke now
VVS made me her type, type
My mind got my eyes on a Judas
Fu*k your lies, I reside where the truth is
Ladder on me like a n!gga been roofing
South London ting, bet she boujee
Sometimes I feel life’s a maze
You can run and live or die and be brave
RM, mummy looking at Big B’s grave
I ain’t cracked a smile in days
When you die, that love just fades
Hurts when you find out that a close one’s fake
‘Cause God knows, I never woulda dealt with you the same