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letra de dub! - dior don

uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

i had a b-tch used to tell me she loved me
now shawty a dub, she just wanted my money
my jeans on amiri, these lame n-ggas don’t put no fear in me, put hollow tips in his tummy
and if i don’t got bands in my hand and a 10 in my bed givin’ head, i’ll be p-ssed, i’m
uncomfy
lil’ n-gga, i get this sh-t jumpin’, we bumpin’
my choppa got double-d’s, got that boy duckin’

i knew fake n-ggas ain’t have my back, so i stacked up my cash and replaced ’em with vlone
she a pill popper, in love with the feelin’ of percy’s, she geekin’, i’m knowin’ that she gone
big dogs and i’m k!llin’ ’em all, b-tch, i’m runnin’ this sh-t, got me feelin’ like deebo
shootin’ my shot like lеbron at the free throw
pockets on blue likе i’m hangin’ with lilo
graduated but i still keep a ruler clip hangin’ off me, boy, let’s get this sh-t shakin’
you woulda thought he was g-y by the way he been duckin’ these double-d drums, naked
i turn these pigs into bacon
these n-ggas ain’t havin’ as much as they sayin’
tell me which car that we takin’
shawty hop in with me, givin’ me brain while i’m racin’
i’m goin’ all night
all white diamonds on my jesus piece
lonzo told me if they pressin’, better squeeze the piece
brodie said, “you can’t control it, best to leave it be”
smoke an ounce of dope, my last lil’ hoe won’t let a n-gga breathe
i keep leavin’ paper trails, all this cash comin’ out my pockets
n-gga talk down on the gang, 2pac ’em
speed in the coupe with ya’ b-tch off molly
i can’t leave the house unless i got it on me
i don’t need a shooter, i ride by my lonely
if he don’t defend yo’ name when you’re not around, get rid of ’em that ain’t yo’ homie
locked in
told her get undressed, i’m finna slide in
heard her n-gga don’t like me cause i’m in his b-tche’s top 10
top shotta, don dada, b-tch, i call the shots in
not friends, all my gon’ clutch it if you walk in
i had a b-tch used to tell me she loved me
now shawty a dub, she just wanted my money
my jeans on amiri, these lame n-ggas don’t put no fear in me, put hollow tips in his tummy
and if i don’t got bands in my hand and a 10 in my bed givin’ head, i’ll be p-ssed, i’m
uncomfy
lil’ n-gga, i get this sh-t jumpin’, we bumpin’
my choppa got double-d’s, got that boy duckin’

- dior don

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