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3 percs - daboii lyrics

and you better watch yo mouth or you get* yeah, n*gga
and you better watch yo mouth or you get slapped in it
and n*gga when you hear that “hmm hmmm,” it’s a cat engine
yeah, i was losing for a minute, now i’m back winnin
told bae when she ride the d*ck put yo back in it
yeah, she cut me off for a minute, now i’m back in it
i ain’t knucklin’ up with n0body, i got strap n*gga
oh we missed? that’s a bet, double back n*gga
h*ll yeah, i can rap, but ain’t no rap n*gga
p*ssy n*gga diss sob, that’s a wrap n*gga
i know some baby cut*throats, love to lash n*ggas
we ain’t with the sh*t? yeah okay, ask the last n*ggas
eugh, what you got, krusty krabs? why yo cat itchin?
n*gga, when it come to that bag, i don’t cap n*gga
you gotta sit back, wait yo turn, yeah chillax n*gga
keep strap, keep pop, bet’ not lack n*gga
boy spent the bag on his jeans, but no cash in it
i ain’t finna argue with no opp, where you at n*gga?
yeah boy you got that sh*t on, but no swag wid it
oh, that’s your quarterback? we’ll sack n*ggas
have you ever copped a foreign and did the dash in it?
oh, you ain’t never copped a foreign, that’s a sad n*gga
yeah, i got her fiending for the d*ck, that b*tch passionate
in that 2 seater, skrt skrt, riding past n*ggas
at an all*white event, but i’m black n*gga
you on paperwork, you the boys, you the task n*gga
i’ll leave this b*tch right now, i don’t attach n*gga
sike, i’ll never leave my b*tch, i’m attached n*gga
if boy come here from out of town, then we tax n*ggas
let me switch the flow up
too high off this perc, think i could pick the floor up
but if i pop another one, i think i just might throw up
bro what you doing with the xans? what the f*ck he throw up
baby got a fat cat, call that baby doja
you ain’t from where i’m from, so lil n*gga, don’t judge
point this glock to yo mouth, b*tch since you so tough
b*tch i came in double g’s, my b*tch came in cc’s
she hit the blunt one time, got her looking ling ling
kick down a n*gga door, we don’t do the ding*ding
soon as we get to the crib, baby l!ck my wee wee
throw my son in the air, that boy be like “wee wee!”
he could barely even talk, that boy be like [?]
i got some n*ggas in the west n*gga, and the deep east
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she told her friend the d*ck was good, now she wanna meet me
bring that ass up over here, and let’s do somethin freaky
she gon ride for the boy, she just wanna freak me
and i can’t pop one perc, b*tch i need at least three
onna gang

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