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Letra : Dumb Dumb
(Enrgy made this one)
Okay, I'm going to get mine, better get yours
I was up f**kin' all night, It got my hip sore
Talkin' b*t*hes right up out they panties what my lips for
Shoot a n***a dead in his legs, he was 6'4"
Yeah, you ain't naked enough for me, baby, strip more
Tryna get the load from overseas, we need a ship for it
Send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours
(Just send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours)
I need a cigarette, I'm countin' out a hundred bands or more
I'm off a hundred milligrams, deuce of green, and a four
I just bought this, you know I gotta ride by the store
Ahk cool, he told my PO I work at the store
I be sittin' in th? parking lot like I work at the door
I'm halfway through my cup and I think I might need some mor?
If you get blew at unexpectedly, then that might be the North
Got a trunk full of fireworks, ain't talking 'bout the Fourth
Ayy, okay, it's game time
Forty-round clip on that Drac', that b*t*h got hangtime
Round kick to the head, then punch him out like a cage fighter
Unc' been doin' dog for ten years, he a vein finder
OG told me if you want him dead, you gotta aim higher
I get high as Delta Air Lines, I'm a plane flyer
Auntie used to smoke nothin' but hard, now she a 'caine buyer
Drag race the 'Cat on some red, I'm a drank driver
This Black Cherry strong as f**k, I can't even hit it
Off an eight, pa**ed out in the pu**y, I can't even finish
Auntie called with a 90 script, I let Freaky get it
I heard crack high, started hittin' the girl, but I don't beat my b*t*hes
Woke up, twenty bands on a card, I think Jesus did it
Fire BIN, punches hitting hard, I think freezer in it
Me and Louie Ray smokin' Coochie Land, this ain't the coochie song
Stuff your b*t*h with a thousand scripts if her coochie long
Young b*t*h say she experienced, I guess her coochie grown
Walkin' through a dirty dopehouse with Gucci on
Ayy, I went to Golden Son, bro, these ain't the same diamonds
Cut the dope down to baguettes and sell cocaine diamonds
VVS stones, I'm in the trap with VVS on
Thirteen meth O's got me spendin' all the extra pros
Who need some puppy right now? I got a red nose
Eight red O's, pourin' deuces with my redbone
F**k my b*t*h sister while she sleep, I know I'm dead wrong
Sold a thousand grams off this flip, this a sale phone
Yeah, okay, okay
Better kill me and say corona on the pack
I don't want it, you done let lil' homie breathe in the sack
Got the mind of a pit like I was bred to be that
I put a dime on his head, they brought a n***a's skull back
Think you f**king with them Ghetto Boyz, hell nah
Real drink sipper, drop a four in my eggnog
B*t*h pulled her pu**y down, the car smell like a dead dog
I ain't never scammed in my life, b*t*h, I sell fraud
Bro want some zaz', he don't f**k with that Cookie sh*t
Appreciation day, my rocks bigger than Cookie Crisp
I bend her over, swipe the razor blade 'cross her pu**y lips
I know it's bold, but I don't tolerate none of that pu**y sh*t
Free 8Ball, still playin' the dog, you know it's blow tales
My n***a Barry hit the road, leave me the 'bow sales
Hibachi strong as f**k, this three-five got a 'bow smell
Smoke just walked in, big bag, we need a 'bow scale
I just hit a snitch b*t*h at the hotel
Dropped her off and made her make the whole gang Rotel
How you feelin' like a kingpin, you made four sales?
My young b*t*h pu**y taste like water, it got no smell
Bought some bubble gum packs and filled it up with Dum Dumz
Three standard clips for the PLR and one drum
Groupie b*t*h tryna make her hit her raw, uh-uh
I been gettin' zips of soft in a drought for one-one
That's eleven hundred, Louis wallet close to seven hundred
Told my b*t*h she can leave, I think I got a better woman
Her name Wockeisha, I can't sell her 'cause that's prost**ution
Muzzle on the K, hey, you ever heard a chopper pootin'?
Okay, I'm going to get mine, better get yours
I was up f**kin' all night, It got my hip sore
Talkin' b*t*hes right up out they panties what my lips for
Shoot a n***a dead in his legs, he was 6'4"
Yeah, you ain't naked enough for me, baby, strip more
Tryna get the load from overseas, we need a ship for it
Send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours
(Just send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours)
I need a cigarette, I'm countin' out a hundred bands or more
I'm off a hundred milligrams, deuce of green, and a four
I just bought this, you know I gotta ride by the store
Ahk cool, he told my PO I work at the store
I be sittin' in th? parking lot like I work at the door
I'm halfway through my cup and I think I might need some mor?
If you get blew at unexpectedly, then that might be the North
Got a trunk full of fireworks, ain't talking 'bout the Fourth
Ayy, okay, it's game time
Forty-round clip on that Drac', that b*t*h got hangtime
Round kick to the head, then punch him out like a cage fighter
Unc' been doin' dog for ten years, he a vein finder
OG told me if you want him dead, you gotta aim higher
I get high as Delta Air Lines, I'm a plane flyer
Auntie used to smoke nothin' but hard, now she a 'caine buyer
Drag race the 'Cat on some red, I'm a drank driver
This Black Cherry strong as f**k, I can't even hit it
Off an eight, pa**ed out in the pu**y, I can't even finish
Auntie called with a 90 script, I let Freaky get it
I heard crack high, started hittin' the girl, but I don't beat my b*t*hes
Woke up, twenty bands on a card, I think Jesus did it
Fire BIN, punches hitting hard, I think freezer in it
Me and Louie Ray smokin' Coochie Land, this ain't the coochie song
Stuff your b*t*h with a thousand scripts if her coochie long
Young b*t*h say she experienced, I guess her coochie grown
Walkin' through a dirty dopehouse with Gucci on
Ayy, I went to Golden Son, bro, these ain't the same diamonds
Cut the dope down to baguettes and sell cocaine diamonds
VVS stones, I'm in the trap with VVS on
Thirteen meth O's got me spendin' all the extra pros
Who need some puppy right now? I got a red nose
Eight red O's, pourin' deuces with my redbone
F**k my b*t*h sister while she sleep, I know I'm dead wrong
Sold a thousand grams off this flip, this a sale phone
Yeah, okay, okay
Better kill me and say corona on the pack
I don't want it, you done let lil' homie breathe in the sack
Got the mind of a pit like I was bred to be that
I put a dime on his head, they brought a n***a's skull back
Think you f**king with them Ghetto Boyz, hell nah
Real drink sipper, drop a four in my eggnog
B*t*h pulled her pu**y down, the car smell like a dead dog
I ain't never scammed in my life, b*t*h, I sell fraud
Bro want some zaz', he don't f**k with that Cookie sh*t
Appreciation day, my rocks bigger than Cookie Crisp
I bend her over, swipe the razor blade 'cross her pu**y lips
I know it's bold, but I don't tolerate none of that pu**y sh*t
Free 8Ball, still playin' the dog, you know it's blow tales
My n***a Barry hit the road, leave me the 'bow sales
Hibachi strong as f**k, this three-five got a 'bow smell
Smoke just walked in, big bag, we need a 'bow scale
I just hit a snitch b*t*h at the hotel
Dropped her off and made her make the whole gang Rotel
How you feelin' like a kingpin, you made four sales?
My young b*t*h pu**y taste like water, it got no smell
Bought some bubble gum packs and filled it up with Dum Dumz
Three standard clips for the PLR and one drum
Groupie b*t*h tryna make her hit her raw, uh-uh
I been gettin' zips of soft in a drought for one-one
That's eleven hundred, Louis wallet close to seven hundred
Told my b*t*h she can leave, I think I got a better woman
Her name Wockeisha, I can't sell her 'cause that's prost**ution
Muzzle on the K, hey, you ever heard a chopper pootin'?
