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letra de d.u.b.z. - dubz

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[verse 1: dubz]
i never had a routine when i was younger
i wanted new things
i wanted shoes clean matching my jumper
so, i had to do things
i went though teens, mash in my jumper
jack you, you couldn’t do things back when we jumped ya
the food’s mean and i hang in the slumber
where there’s loose fiends and gangsters with hunger
now a few fiends are banging my number
don’t consign your food, that would be dumb bruh
’cause if you do then we b-mp ya
the shots ricocheting off the roof and the b-mper
the clip we’re spraying
leave a yute in the dumpster, just for saying
he’s gonna try with my brothers
furthermore, i’ll wait in his house and dive out the cupboards
like “die motherf-cker” my 9 blaka-blaka
and i’ll hear them sh-lls or a slice with the cutter

[chorus: joe grind] (x2)
we’ve got d’s on our back, tryna put us in the bin
’cause a few snitch n-gg-s, should be slugs in your skin
for the b and the w, they’re ringing off the line
got the z’s, hit the strip, we’ve got money on our minds

[verse 2]
look i’m lost and i’ve never felt lonelier
the impostors have never been phonier
i see them smile but i know that it’s phony love
that’s why i ride ’round the zone witht he chromey tucked
fiends show me love ’cause most of them know me as
the n-gg- that sells the drugs washed with ammonia
look homie i’m a hustler
stick bony but the muscle’s tucked
expose it now you’re muddled up, crying
now your homie wanna cuddle up, fine
make your homie do the double-dutch
i ain’t giving one motherf-ck
i let the smith & go bap-bap-bap
in the kitchen, c-ke bubble up
that’s how your flip phones double up
i’m a pit, no muzzle bruv
skitzo, it’s no, christmas carol bruv
spliffs rolled, hypno
wrist glow, chicks go
this low, kiss no
d-cks get devoured up, yeah
you’ll get your whole crew showered up
you’re a coward ’cause, you and your boys rail
the beef kicks off, you’ll put your phone on the voicemail
you n-gg-s are p-ssy, remind me of moist girls
for thinking i’m p-ssy you’ll find out the toy’s real
thinking of push me, you’ll find out the choice
well, that’s your boy? i’m putting one in your darg’s tail

[chorus: joe grind] (x2)
we’ve got d’s on our back, tryna put us in the bin
’cause a few snitch n-gg-s, should be slugs in your skin
for the b and the w, they’re ringing off the line
got the z’s, hit the strip, we’ve got money on our minds

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