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d.b.g baby

with my n*ggas in the city spinning blocks
with my n*ggas in the city spinning blocks
see somebody we don’t like we get em popped
toss a n*gga like a kid and we gone let his body drop

try to be brave i promise that he won’t do that again
expecting i’ma let it slide now i’ma shoot right at his friend
big ass mag this jone extend, smith n wesson on my side
i ain’t tryna hear he sorry talk some sh*t then you gone die

4shok17

oh you said you k!lling me lil boy you better stand on dat
smoke a opp hop off the fence we catch you running that’s yo ass
b*tch we pull up at the door we tryna make our first flag
i got bodies back to back you better ask the next dead man

who he tryna be, shoot em with (inaudible)
if he tryna run we put that boy in a garbage can
i dare you n*gga bet not reap
i’ma have to teach the lil n*gga not to f*cking reach

d.b.g baby
reach his hand out like the p*ssy wanna handout
do no handouts stomp his ass and walk his mans down
murder season k!lling spree got it planned out
murder season k!lling spree glocky fanned out

vinsmokevesta

i was cracking on his b*tch now i feeling like i’m the man
growing up i was jit but now i’m counting all these bands
keep a glock up on my hip when you get hit you start to dance
i dropped the glock cause you a b*tch and now we finna run the hands

i be creeping all up through yo block you should know wassup
i was trapping as a kid yeah now i’m counting bucks
i was never in the books but i always had the looks
so yo b*tch texting my phone i bet it’s cause she wanna f*ck

i’ma hop up out the v you know i finna f*cking blast
if he talking sh*t on me i make sure yo toe got a tag
we the real creepers yeah we finna pull in that black
keep on thinking that we playing till you in a pack

you just mad, i be scoring on these haters like i’m on the mavs
you just mad, i be crossing you up like i’m on the jags
you just mad, that i got up off my ass and raced up to the bag
i’m toting for a reason it’s because i never lack
d.b.g baby

reach his hand out like the p*ssy wanna handout
do no handouts stomp his ass and walk his mans down
murder season k!lling spree got it planned out
murder season k!lling spree glocky fanned out

gusto

my n*ggas poking sh*t don’t pull no bands out
and we can get this sh*t our own don’t need a f*cking handout
i got that sh*t gone make them n*ggas go and take your mans out
we came in with them arp’s and made them n*ggas ran out

and d*mn them n*ggas fanned out
and i can’t even fake it these n*ggas hating my motivation
i came to realization that patience is key and communication
these n*ggas switched up on me i say the same in every occasion

and i been peculiar peculiar situations
i think he scared cause he faking, he ain’t tryna send the location
uh, well some risks you just gotta take em
and i ain’t worried bout these n*ggas with all these allegations

mauritooturnt
think these n*ggas mad now, i’m the man now
i’ma f*ck her then i dash out with no handout
i’ma chaser i might crash out pull my bags out
pockets getting lil skinny time to hit a head now

i miss my dawg, n*gga try to run up on me i’ma shoot em all
you know i’ma chaser and you know i like to ball
throwing up sees (inaudible) we gone have to get him gone
dunking on these n*ggas in my prime like lebron

n*ggas really b*tches i can put y’all in my songs
yeah i listen to melly but i know my rights and wrongs
i’m half angel half demon get it from my mom

i be tryna make it out but i can’t take it no more
i be calling my brother but he ain’t answering no more

- d b g baby lyrics

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