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Dumb Nigga
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I could get easily get you killed in a snap or breather I told Juan don't forget my line, Louie got 'em for a cheaper This that sh*t your mama 'nem gon' feel, you can sing to The Beatles Y'all pop one of mine, I kill y'all all and we still ain't equal Homicide, my mama like, "3zzy hang with crazy people" One day, I might put the strap down, f**k it, taze a n***a I'ma blow it, it won't take Pica**o to paint the picture Me compared to her baby daddy, I'm her favorite n***a Yeah, I still f**k with Tay K, but our race is different H be off that Wock' zooted up, lookin' like a Haitian n***a Popped a terminator, bro, pour another eighthy in it We come through and kill them all, lil' bro gon' scrape the witness Quan said ain't no cap 'bout these racks and he ain't pretendin' You could call me anything, b*t*h, but a basic n***a Let me show the flick of the wrist, they gon' hate a n***a Sprite lookin' like bro threw Life Savers in it Headshots when I spray the K, I don't play with n***as Two thirties in a twenty, this an eighty in it How the f**k they gon' survive in that car, I dropped eighty in it Mitch still'll shoot the crib if it got babies in it Yeah, I don't play with n***as I need my money right now, I don't wait on n***as Bustdown AP and two chains, that's like eighty, n***a I still'll catch a body with my lady with me Yeah, my b*t*h got a Glock too Headshots, you ain't gon' be able to tell a n***a I shot? Headshots, you ain't gon' even be able to tell a n***a I shot you Pu**y n***as ain't even bless me when I said hachoo Bro said he wanna buy a brick, I want a block too A hundred thousand ain't sh*t, sh*t, I got two F**ked my head up when I seen what that chop do We just poured so much purple up, it turned the pop blue But have you ever had that feeling? Like damn, I miss that road, but I can't go back for a minute They like, "3 be with them lions and gorillas" Yeah, he asked for a 'bow, but got a half and couldn't flip it But my young dog could flip a half in thirty minutes Beat the pots and pans, b*t*h, I'm only f**kin' with the dishes Only job I do is stayin' true to my religion Got a job that you could do, go burp them babies in the kitchen Dumb n***a I just put eighty in a blender Pint of Wockhardt, 'bout to chase it with the liquor Your baby daddy is a b*t*h, bae, we chased him with the pistol Six thirty clips, I'll drop one-eighty out the glizzy Whole clique hit your b*t*h, let's just say we is them n***as Fresh as f**k, told the feds to take another picture Quarter in the 'Wood, I heard you put some eighthies in a Swisher Got head, then nutted on your b*t*h head, left babies in her inches
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