letra de dumb - daboii
[intro]
ooh i like this sh-t
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
all all you n-ggas dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
link up
[verse]
ah, sob the gang, b-tch f-ck them other n-ggas
and i ain’t into shaking hands you ain’t my brotha n-gga
still hit my wh0res up in the whip you having lunch with b-tches
i’m no cain or no john cena i can’t tussle wit’ cha
i’m tryna keep them demons in, don’t make me bring ’em out
what you gon’ do when n-ggas closest brothas bleeding out
and if it’s up there then it’s stuck there, nothing to speak about
brodie said n-ggas is hoes, i finally see it now
i found a home up in the dark, i see the light in here
me jumping out your bushes what a sight to fear
who said that n-gga was a gangsta? boy yo’ stripes is wearin’
and i’m immune to all this sh-t, naw i ain’t wiping tears
urkel got a little juice now he thinks he’s divine
sеven pumps and ’bout a wiggle she thinks it’s thе bomb
i been ain’t giving b-tches time yes i done missed the prime
and they be like, “that boy got gas” i got my gift from god
i’m doing verses for the low, i’m feeling good today
you might as well just give it up boy i done took ya bae
i stared a opp down in the club, that n-gga looked away
and if it’s beef up on the table, it get cooked today
get me out of character, that’s bullets out the clip
and we been smoking out them pickles, y’all still out the zip
b-tch i’m really in the field and yes i’m down to blitz
my brodie couldn’t find no wok, that n-gga downed the tris
could be taxing for it, but naw this game is free
so much knowledge, so much wisdom. i done gamed me
roc-a-fella with that glock but i ain’t jay-z
i swear i gotta thank my son, he really saved me
you ain’t gon’ hear me say i’m real, i let the pit decide
presi tents up on the windshield hard to peep inside
n-ggas know they soft as h-ll, how do you sleep at night?
her n-gga’s scared to eat the beef, guess it ain’t seasoned right
b-tch
[outro]
dumb dumb dumb dumb dum
all all you n-ggas dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
yeah all you b-tches dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
yeah all you b-tches dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
yeah i put that on my son, son, son, son son
yeah i got my gun, gun, gun, gun gun
got thirty in my gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
n-gga i’ll never run, run, run, run run
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