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dummy - 4k slyme lyrics

(hook)
f*ck bros f*ck hoes money on my mind
i’ve been focused on my grind i ain’t got no time
to be chasing pretty hoes that’s gon set us back
lil n*gga get the bag, get yourself a life n*gga

i’ve been feeling like some dummy
talk so much & n*ggas watch me
i jus know i need some money
maybe then i’d be somebody
(verse 1)
knock your head off your neck like the letter i
big steppa slyme i’ma put them back in line
n*ggas really thrash, ayy where’s the garbage man?
make mе mad & my choppers go gra ta ta tat

i done made thе feds mad now they got a race
burning wheels, screeching sounds 90 mph
f*ck wh0res all love disintegrate
i’ll never ever pick a b*tch over 100k
that’s a fact till i get me a b*tch that’s faithful
show no remorse if i find out she’s unfaithful
send her back to the streets, pass her like some blunt roll
roll her boo like some weed & my goons gon smoke him

ayy, to my little bros hope you reach your dreams & goals
never ever give it up, i know this world is cold
yo n*gga, f*ck the bros i ain’t living by their codes
i done made my personal codes n*gga i ain’t stepping low

(hook)
f*ck bros f*ck hoes money on my mind
i’ve been focused on my grind i ain’t got no time
to be chasing pretty hoes that’s gon set us back
lil n*gga get the bag, get yourself a life n*gga
i’ve been feeling like some dummy
talk so much & n*ggas watch me
i jus know i need some money
maybe then i’d be somebody

(verse 2)
i ain’t trust them cos the ones i pinned left my texts on seen
n*ggas think they run the scenes, to their b*tch i’m johnny sins
i’ma leave the crib broke but i’ll come in rich
you know what i mean, keep it down the fed’s listening

am the b*e*s, t’s for the test i’m finna pass
i ain’t trust my man’s i ain’t trust myself with girls
she’s gon tell you she’s in church, bro she’s laying on my bed naked as jaybird
she’s gon f*ck for cash for welfare

loyalty ain’t enough, ride or die
n*ggas claim they’ll ride they ain’t really bout the dying
when the bullets get to flying they’ll run inside
now it’s late, this the point where you’ve got to realize
when you’ve got the money you’re gon scent like honey they’re the bees
b*tches love to f, they’re attracted to the g’s
all my jewels cost a thing i ain’t got them clean
man, a n*gga had to k!ll before he hit another l!ck
(hook)
f*ck bros f*ck hoes money on my mind
i’ve been focused on my grind i ain’t got no time
to be chasing pretty hoes that’s gon set us back
lil n*gga get the bag, get yourself a life n*gga
i’ve been feeling like some dummy
talk so much & n*ggas watch me
i jus know i need some money
maybe then i’d be somebody

- 4k slyme lyrics

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