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DaBoii
DaBoii
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(RBE SOB that's the gang bitch) Aye, and I need all pros And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone Tucked off on these niggas like I'm waldo And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it's all gone Ruthless Yeah bitch, yeah I'm ruthless And niggas talking crazy on the net, but don't do shit Bro got the strap, wrong move he'll shoot ya Big Glock, make that bitch spit like it's droolin' Niggas toting poles, so they opps and they don't blast If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash Test me like he dumb, bet he don't pass Have him lookin' stupid, like he entering the wrong class Tried a 9 to 5, said, "Fuck it" on the block with it 30 on them Glocks, we don't really do the stocks with it Try and take my bitch, three strikes you will not hit it Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin' SOB RBE bitch we fuller We strapped with the heat, on the block we be coolin' We hoop with them straps, with them Glocks we be shootin' And I can't cuff a ho, cause these hoes I be using Aye, and I need all pros And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone Tucked off on these niggas like I'm waldo And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it's all gone Aye, and I need all pros And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone Tucked off on these niggas like I'm waldo And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it's all gone Ho niggas, I cannot fuck with ho niggas Callin' up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go with 'em Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don't know niggas Heard niggas plottin', give a fuck got them poles with us Masked up, Mike no Myers We got big chops and they sing, no choir SOB bitch, we the shit no diaper Had um runnin' four flats, like four popped tires Niggas pickin' sides, if you switch nigga stay there I'm Drake with the Glock, when I shoot nigga take care Big rounds in that chop, this bitch break bears My niggas really ridin', we don't really do the fake here Niggas sending threats, lil' nigga where you hangin' at? SOB bitch, me and all my niggas bangin' that My niggas all a hundred, we don't really do the change with that They plottin' in the party, we ain't trippin' cause we came with straps I-I stay with the juice, bitch I stay with some blues If a nigga jump dumb, put his face on the news If the bitch wanna fuck, then my gang coming too Like a one word response, we got K's with us too Aye, and I need all pros And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone Tucked off on these niggas like I'm waldo And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it's all gone
Writer(s): Theron Thomas, Sam Sumser, Ricky Reed, Sean Small, Melissa Viviane Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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