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[intro: dirtyb*tt]
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not sad
these n*ggas broke and going out sad
i think he’s depressed by calling him trash
you’re now listening 66.6 deathproof radio b*tch, real blood sh*t (ooh) ()
[chorus: dirtyb*tt]
bow down, bow down (f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? b*tch)
bow down, all these n*ggas my sons (dj ytrid, i don’t give a f*ck)

[verse 1: jasiah & dirtyb*tt]
you wasn’t with me, i know they ain’t [?]
runnin’ my city, thеse n*ggas like kidneys
ridin’ thе train but it’s made out of [?]
i’m getting this money like losing no change
she suck and l!ck on the d*ck, once she see me, i’m married (oh, yeah)
i stroll with your b*tch ’cause she went to sidari (oh, yeah)
i’m with all the f*ck sh*t when i’m in the function
run out, no stoppin’, you n*ggas can’t get me
i wore no pants, i look like a horse (horse)
i’m working on some sh*t that isn’t all fire (yo’, yeah)
i’m like a god, you n*ggas look horrible
i’m f*ckin’ and once they nut, they’re like, “who are you?”
these my sons, i ain’t payin’ for sh*t
i got a auto, ride out with my team
gettin’ this money, my fingers ain’t itch (woah)
you n*ggas my sons, just being a b*tch (yeah, deathrpoof gangsters)

[chorus: dirtyb*tt]
bow down, yeah, bow down, yeah
bow down, yeah, all you n*ggas my sons
yeah*yeah, bow down, yeah*yeah, bow down
yeah, bow down, yeah, all you n*ggas my sons
[verse 2: majinblxxdy]
we in this b*tch, lit up rocks
fought too hard and n*ggas can’t stop me
this not fortnite n*gga, you can’t knock me
k!lling these n*ggas that need how to talk
i am the one, so don’t even stop me (yeah)
one episode when we bring up broly (yeah, yeah)
if i’m h*rny, then p*ssy, don’t call me
r.i.p kobe, f*ck n*gga, we ballin’
n*ggas didn’t laugh, so i know that they mad
we makin’ moves ’cause we’re in our bag
these n*ggas broke, can’t going out sad
eating their face so i’m calling them flat
we got the safe, so let’s shoot out the room
you’re such a b*tch, i got the truce
no new friends, b*tch, we don’t recruit
if you want some more, we’re gonna call in the troops

[outro: dirtyb*tt]
if you don’t f*ck with deathproof, well then, you’re a b*tch*ass [?]

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