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letra de dum dumb - trenchbaby

[intro]
uh, uh
(turn me up, trad)

[verse]
whole lotta shooters on my squad
b-tch, we look like curry and them
let off steam by k!lling opps, go across the street and bury them
ain’t no more 0439, man, we use to carry them
big drac’s, glock, switches, artillery varyin’
said i quit the cup, but you might still catch me sippin’ drank
me and man just hit a play and now we laughin’ to the bank, uh
left-hand josh, uh, right hand drac’, uh
yo’ man get hotels, baby, come capolat estates, uh
no, don’t flex, uh, trench, he a stepper, uh
he got hit with chopper showers, rerock change the weather, uh
reachin’ for my chain, haha, he ain’t know no bеtter
watch how fast this kriss vector throw a bullet, dеvin hester
ayy, hold on, brand new range, i pull up in that uh-huh, uh-uh
reachin’ for my chain, that’s an un-uh
and somebody tell kanye, f-ck that album, ain’t no donda
talkin ’bout all the g’s in the door, b-tch, you a dum’-dum’
pull up with that, wish a n-gga would, i bet he run-run
i prefer them glocks, but them lil’ rugers get it done-done
yo’ lil homie died, you still ain’t slide, you ain’t on none, huh?
stretch him out, could you please sit out?
let me tell you about your son-son
shorty lil’ ass braids, he gon’ spin until he davy levy
my lil’ b-tch addicted, she like crack back in the 80’s
ain’t sh-t free but free the guys so b-tch, you gotta pay me, pay me
4-6, 24 learned a lot from marcus and aunty tracy
by a show of hands, who got they gang in here?
if i see an opp, his grandma better pray for him, uh
now his momma like, “oh, god, my baby”
now he stuck in heaven, like rock, we rock-gray me, n-gga

- trenchbaby

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