Correction Paroles We Not Humping (OG Remix) par Diablo

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Diablo, Diablo, Diablo

Put that d**k up, we not humpin'
Sky Zone, b*t*h, my block jumpin'
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin'
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main n***a just cut me off, f**k it
N***a, stop talkin', just come suck it
When it's smoke, bet the opps gon' duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets

Put a bag on your head 'cause it's in my budget
All I gotta do is push a b***on
I'm on they heads like a goddamn mullet
Spent ten bands at the sneaker summit
I got the hood on my back like it's raining
He a head monster, I'm not complaining
He don't like my ways but I'm not changing
I don't text him back 'cause that sh*t draining
Get in the blend likе fruits and veggies
Do what I want 'cause my n***as lеt me
I keep lead 'case a b*t*h want to test me
Smoke on the 'net, but in person, I'm her bestie
Put that d**k up, we not humpin'
Sky Zone, b*t*h, my block jumpin'
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin'
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main n***a just cut me off, f**k it
N***a, stop talkin', just come suck it (Hahaha, no for real)
When it's smoke, bet the opps gon' duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets (Flo Milli sh*t)

Ooh, he comin' off way too pushy (Uh, haha)
I hope he don't think he was gettin' this pu**y (Hell nah)
Aw, he like his b*t*hes psychotic (Yeah)
Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic, uh
How you talk sh*t but ain't backin' it up? (Uh, huh?)
Your pu**y wack, send it back to the club (Haha)
I'm a boss b*t*h, I can't argue with mutts (What?)
Send it straight to the bank, I've been addin' it up (Money)
Get rid of his a**, I'm like, "Get on" (Goodbye)
Need a new n***a to sh*t on (Haha)
Look at these b*t*hes, I can't take 'em serious (Hello)
I'm on your a**, just in case you was curious (B*t*h, I'm on your a**)
Uh-oh, b*t*h, I hop out the bed with my mug on (Out the bed)
Ain't his G, he ain't somethin' I could love on
Damn, he talkin' 'bout cuffin' (What?)
He gotta be stupid to think we was f**kin' (Aha)
Put that d**k up, we not humpin'
Sky Zone, b*t*h, my block jumpin'
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin'
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main n***a just cut me off, f**k it
N***a, stop talkin', just come suck it
When it's smoke, bet the opps gon' duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets

Ooh, give me head in the 'Cat or the 'Vette
I take a nap in the back of the jet
And I put a cap in the back of his head
New n***a don't work, then it's back to my ex
If my ex don't work, then it's back to the streets
Spin a block in the Benz, then it's back to the Jeep
Don't go through my phone while I'm fallin' asleep
If we f**k right now, then you can't say a peep

F**k it, we—, we not humpin'
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
F**k, f**k it, we, we not humpin'
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
F**k it, we—, we not humpin'
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
F**k, f**k it, we, we not humpin'
Put—, put—, put—, put—
My block jumpin'

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