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whole lotta dumb shit - brian abell lyrics

[intro]
yo, me & tiz in the studio today
we finna make some magic, aha
you already know what’s finna happen
we both lit and loaded, high, haha

[verse one]
lotta dumb sh*t
lotta fun sh*t
you know we selling all these onions
got a couple p’s and i bought ’em by the dozen
wanna hit a l!ck so i gotta call my cousin
pull the draco with the drum and you know that b*tch is bustin’
rub her coochie, get it wet
then i hop on the game
roll a blunt, light it up
then i smoke on that flame
crack that n*gga, left ’em sleep
you know that n*gga is lame
with the bros, call her up
we finna run a train
pack a bowl; you tryina match?
nah, we don’t smoke the same
dumb b*tch, she bad as f*ck and
she gave me good brain
got a glock it is my toolie
know that b*tch make a bang
get the draco, grab the rounds
that n*ggas house is the range
same system still corrupt
sh*t gotta change
she a cougar, ate the cat and
now the kitty is tame
stuck it in and rub the cl*t
cummin’ when i came
roll with hempers, f*ck a swisher
know tobacco h*lla lame
he talkin’ sh*t, he causin’ problems
now the n*gga m.i.a
with big tiz, we gettin’ lit
you know we finna misbehave
you talkin’ sh*t, you causin’ problems
how you end up in your grave
she kinda sweet, she kinda sour
might as well call her lemonade
on a stove cooking dope
you know that sh*t minute made
weigh it out, bag it up
you know i sell lemon haze
gettin’ pesos by the payloads
stackin’ money every day
got a call: feds want me so
i gotta leave the state
[verse two]

[outro]
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout n*gga?
i’m in here: red sh*t, gang sh*t
we ain’t even g*ngb*ng but
on some red sh*t, splash sh*t
… what?

- brian abell lyrics

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