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Kyle Richh x Jenn Carter (41) - Deuce (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Jenn Carter
Jenn Carter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Avery Paterson
Trey Avery Paterson
Composer
Henry Olatunde Fasheun
Henry Olatunde Fasheun
Composer
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Lyrics
Kyle Henry Richardson
Kyle Henry Richardson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isrido "Dro" Soto
Isrido "Dro" Soto
Recording Engineer
Angel Moreno
Angel Moreno
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tray, Tray, TrayBVNDO
Yo, Jenn
Yo, what we doin'?
It's mad bitches
Yo, where they at? Yo, vid' shoot tonight
Tell 'em, "Slide," tell 'em, "Slide"
Know what we do, come on, come on, come on
Tell 'em, "Slide," yo, bro, we outside, gangsta
We outside, it's a movie
Grrah
[Verse 1]
I'm in the stu' wit' liquor as a bev'
Throwin' up four, catch a opp, and he dead
He rest, hospital bed
I cannot sleep, I be off of the meds
Like, what? Fuck all these bitches
I just put all this pain in my Smith &
Aim for the top 'cause I cannot be second
In the store at eleven, we sendin' 'em seven
I cannot be somethin' I'm not
Beam on my waist and it stay on the Glock
I be fiendin' to click and it's everyone shot
I can't trust not a soul, I put trust in my Glock
They sleepin', no beauty
Get in my feelings, start lookin' for doopties
Need a bitch for the night
Spot me a opp and you know it's on sight
Like, what?
[Verse 2]
Grrah, too many demons, don't know what to fight
Like, liq-liquor taste good when I'm bussin'
Pass me the Pate' and mix it wit' ice
Like, send the addy, I'm slidin' in ten
Phone DND, when she step in my Benz
'Cause we goin' up, no time for distractions
Like all these demons, they stuck in my head
Real, real love (Don't gotta pretend)
Like, I'm in love wit' my gun and my pen
And we had a thing so I can't be her friend
But, fuck it, might kick it to Jenn
[Verse 3]
Ne-Never lackin', can't turn to a pack
What? Stay with the nine when I bend
It's a spliff in my hand when I rap
I'm off the D'USSÉ, don't know how to act
[Verse 4]
Grrah, I'm in the booth wit' the deuce on my lap
How you jackin' me? Called you a rat
Like, o-opp ****, still takin' trains
Brother got caught and the other got fame
Like-Like, what? Who really on that?
He no good, he did bad for his team
How y'all **** still sippin' on green?
Blockwork a bitch and his mother's a fiend
Like, I'm in the lead, in CELINE
****' homeless and still tryna beef
Please don't keep me when I'm off a bean
Sippin' and grievin' from shit that I seen
On a rock wit' a couple of knocks
Heart drop when they scream, "Ninety-two"
Free static, go dumb wit' the deuce
Free static, go dumb wit' the—
[Outro]
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Damn, go dumb wit' the deuce, damn (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Written by: Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh, Trey Avery Paterson
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