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Dis Ain't No Mumble Rap
by
Daboii
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Ah, the only time you niggas hard is when you wit' somebody If I go down it's first degree don't do attempted homi's And I don't even want the neck if she don't give it sloppy I'm off red, might sip Wock but I'm not sipping Quali That shit sound tight up in yo' songs but you ain't smoked nothin' She got a thang for me and bro shit we both f*ckin' If brodie swing I'm swinging wit' 'em, shit we both thumpin' But if they wanna take it there then bitch I'm pole clutchin' Said if they wanna take it there then bitch I'm dome bustin' Yeah we got funk up in that whip I'm who your ho bumpin' With these hands, might beat a nigga like he stole somethin' Heard you be scared to tell them people you don't know nothin' It's about respect don't give a f*ck how many bands you had Opps tryna host a party we gon' cancel that Toss the strap to lil' bro and have him handle that Ah since you wanna play wit' fire give this candle back You all can't even hit my line, new number, who is it? Still sticking to the code it's still money over bitches And I'm really in the game, what the f*ck is a scrimmage? Bird brain ass bitch, I can't f*ck wit' no pigeons And my bitch keep her hair done 'cause she classy wit' it Talkin' 'bout how I feel about lil' bruh? Don't even ask me nigga Catch me in a hood near you in the backstreets chillin' I heard you like to run your lips so you a athlete wit' 'em And I don't need no big homies, taught myself the game I'm cut from cloth bitch you a napkin, we ain't built the same You might can fool the Gram with them fake d's but we can tell it's fake Run up on me while I got my son, he catching shells today Run up on me while I got my son, I'm causing hell today f*ck that lil' money on my head, bitch I'm still breathing And everything a nigga do these niggas steal feezy I really been to hell and back bitch you a real demon Might pour a four on lil' two, I bet I'll beat the dice You coulda had that lil' bitch on lock but you ain't beat her right Better thank God for the life you got 'cause it could be tonight Lost soul, I'm talking to my hammer when I need advice And every nigga I'm wit' greasy on some Crisco shit Put something shiny in your whip and get your window bipped Outside but the weed I'm smoking only indo bitch And I don't know where your lips been, I wouldn't hit your shit And f*ck shooting from far away, I'm close rangin' wit' it Bitch ho nigga still wear Griffy's he a ain't shit nigga Free all my niggas while they out 'cause they got cases pending Bitch I'm off the love don't need no paper just paint you niggas This ain't no jog but this a sprint let's see who come in last Tryna help them crackas do they job, can rip his tongue in half Spent some racks up on my baby purse to put my gun in that These big bullets will turn your quarterback into a running back You eat the booty like it's groceries, I put my thumb in that From the back, pulling out her hair like, "Where her bundles at?" Nigga I ain't tossing you no work 'cause you might fumble that And when I speak you hear me loud and clear, this ain't no mumble rap Bitch This ain't no mumble rap You can hear me loud and clear this ain't no mumble rap He gon' fumble that You can hear me loud and clear this ain't no mumble rap Bitch This ain't no mumble rap Hear me loud and clear this ain't no mumble rap Ain't tossing him no pass 'cause he gon' fumble that You can hear me loud and clear this ain't no mumble rap Bitch
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