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letra de dumb - dirty tay

dumb lyrics
[intro: dirty tay]
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
(wavyboyproductions)

[chorus: dirty tay]
boy, stop playin’, got a stick with a drum
sh-t lookin’ funny, i’ma leave your ass numb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
i just got the game from my millionaire partner
been a whole year, you should look for who shot you
y’all had the cops out here with them robbers
young rich n-gga, yeah, i f-ck all the models
rat-a-tat-tat, i’ma make the boy run
‘fore i up it, i bust it, man reach for his gun
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb

[verse 1: noodah05]
ah-ah, you know i’m r-t-rded
i up this glock, then you know i’ma spark it
think he was gangster, he all on the [?]
and can’t no n-gga ever say that they robbed me
i up it, i bust it, ain’t doin’ no flodgin’
n-ggas b-tches, they ain’t hittin’ they target
drop back, n-gga know i’ma park ’em
drinkin’ potion, gotta pour from a bottle
n-ggas know when we hit ’em
drop the prices, you know we gon’ split ’em
only talk to the plugs and the k!llers
got me beefin’ with mind over mental
know we slide when we up in the rental
let my young n-gga draw down, pistol
we ain’t gon’ stop ’til it get bad, we gon’ make a n-gga wave his white flag, uh
[chorus: dirty tay]
boy, stop playin’, got a stick with a drum
sh-t lookin’ funny, i’ma leave your ass numb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
i just got the game from my millionaire partner
been a whole year, you should look for who shot you
y’all had the cops out here with them robbers
young rich n-gga, yeah, i f-ck all the models
rat-a-tat-tat, i’ma make the boy run
‘fore i up it, i bust it, man reach for his gun
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb

[verse 2: yung mal]
b-tch, i go dumb, dumb
big-ass glock, when i draw down, n-gga, no runnin’
bag on your head, you done, they gunnin’
my shooter don’t talk, he never say nothin’
i take your b-tch to the loft and put d-ck in her tummy
i get them racks and i spend on my son
rat-ass n-gga had told on the gang
think you not gon’ die, boy, your ass is done
chains on my neck, they hit
i got a brick on my wrist and this b-tch goin’ dumb
got four pockets full of this sh-t
call dirtball if you want you a bag, cost twenty-four hundred
came up on the block where they gunnin’ for somethin’
b-tch, i be with boss n-ggas, they get the money
new spot, trap it out ’til the feds come
f-ck ’em, we serve out the condo
[chorus: dirty tay]
boy, stop playin’, got a stick with a drum
sh-t lookin’ funny, i’ma leave your ass numb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
i just got the game from my millionaire partner
been a whole year, you should look for who shot you
y’all had the cops out here with them robbers
young rich n-gga, yeah, i f-ck all the models
rat-a-tat-tat, i’ma make the boy run
‘fore i up it, i bust it, man reach for his gun
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb
ah-ah, n-gga, i’m dumb

- dirty tay

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