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Mmmh, this some other sh- Wildin out, show up to the function with the scoreboard Man these p- ass niggas got me in war mode I ain't going back and forth with a cornball Boy, this forthy ounce bounce like a porno Pizza party, not a delivery this Digornio I finna put 90 shots in his torso Caught him at the stop and go, lock and load, no warnings He's a rapper but I made hit rock and roll Cold devil, I'm walking through hell with chinchillas on They gone drop yellow liquid when they hear this song Doggy dog world 44 euro bulls barkin He gone have the whole hood talking I be with real killers they don't send pop shots It sound like a Hundiddy Bopp-Bopp Mariachi drums made a nigga cha-cha Dissin on the net all he heard was pop-pop I'm from Stinc Team we don't do weenies Poof, he gone look its Houdini Okay, you got deal but whose jewels better? Had to serve his ass the newsletter, this ain't that Will up to his stu' if he don't state facts All you heard was K rounds in the playback Mops dragging on the floor word to Ajax All you heard was p- niggas yelling "stay down" I be with real killers they don't send pop shots It sound like a Hundiddy Bopp-Bopp Mariachi drums made a nigga cha-cha Dissin on the net all he heard was pop-pop N- I be with real killers they don't send pop shots, for real It sound like a Hundiddy Bopp-Bopp Mariachi drums made him do the cha-cha Dissing on the gang all you heard was pop-pop Sh- nigga, we know the truth, we ain't doing all that All that tough-ass sh- in the booth, n- all you heard was pop-pop On the playback you hear me? We know the truth, keep respecting me Put some respect on this sh- n- You already know the deal long live Jamion Davis Yeah dissin on the gang all he heard was pop-pop N- Mariachi drums made a n- cha-cha
Writer(s): Tomone Cross, Darrell Wayne Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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