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michael myers - daboii lyrics

[chorus: lil bean]
tired
tired of all these n*ggas talkin’ hard, but ain’t slidin’
i ain’t hard to find, lookin’ for me, i be slammin’
i can really pull up sp*ce coupe, i be glidin’
you can d*mn near tell a n*gga fu’ from his diamonds
she gon’ do anything i tell her, call me simon
if i let off shots, that n*gga zay, he right behind me
gorilla on my back, but got the heart of a lion
think i’m a nice guy, but i’m really michael myers
[verse 1: daboii]
think i’m a nice guy, but, b*tch, i’m michael, though
shoot this b*tch with one hand, but this a rifle, though
ain’t go argue with you, get your n*gga, ain’t gon’ fight a ho
give it to her rough, i got her cryin’, but she like it, though
every time that pack touch down, i get excited, bro
i told lil’ baby she can keep her ‘gram, but she can’t like a post
put my strappy down, put up my dukes and get my tyson on
yeah, where i grew up, it was rough, but i’m a diamond, though
boy, don’t make me grab that chop and make it sing ’til it’s the highest note
that deal you got ain’t even worth a mil’, the f*ck you sign it for?
i just put a scopey on my ah, i’m tryna find you, bro
yeah, still gamble with my life, i throw my dice and roll
them n*ggas tried to snake me in my sleep, but i was wide awoke
bet when i up that gleeky with that flash, i bet he strike a pose
pull a skit up over here, wouldn’t even try it, bro
and i got this sh*t up on my sleeve, ain’t gotta write a song, n*gga

[chorus: lil bean]
tired
tired of all these n*ggas talkin’ hard, but ain’t slidin’
i ain’t hard to find, lookin’ for me, i be slammin’
i can really pull up sp*ce coupe, i be glidin’
you can d*mn near tell a n*gga fu’ from his diamonds
she gon’ do anything i tell her, call me simon
if i let off shots, that n*gga zay, he right behind me
gorilla on my back, but got the heart of a lion
think i’m a nice guy, but i’m really michael myers
[verse 2: zaybang]
look, look, forgiato rims, it’s twenty*sixes on my jeep
and all that sucker sh*t you n*ggas on, i done peeped
and i’ll never pay, b*tch, i’m a shooter, i can sweep
n0body on they street, f*ck it, let me out on feet
ayy, look, it’s consequences for that sh*t that you be speakin’ on
these rappin’ n*ggas makin’ videos on streets we creepin’ on
i’m f*ckin’ n*ggas’ b*tches, bustin’ nuts on sheets you sleepin’ on
i could never leave it ‘lone, it’s old, but i won’t leave it ‘lone
fully on this glock, when i bust shots, this b*tch go ha*ta*ta
speakin’ on my bro, but ain’t say sh*t when we k!lled ah*ah*ah
thirty*three a semi, i’m like f*ck it, i’ma rock the stock
before this rappin’ sh*t, b*tch, i was known for really poppin’ shots
cartier or rolex, baby, i like nice things
i could really bowflex, a hundred in some light jeans
i could tell i’m different from your n*gga ’cause his sprite clean
she like, “you really thinkin’ you that n*gga,” b*tch, i might be, ayy

- daboii lyrics

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