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eat his words - ​dopesmoke lyrics

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[intro]

*i swear rs made this*

[verse]
they*they hate on me and i hate them too
countless man’s been shot and stabbed no cap
i can name a few
limp got done
kipz got done
clipz got bun and we splashed them too
catfish gang don’t lie for a part line
blackz get swapped trying to hit that shoe
little man’s guys get screamed : “my shoe”
ooh, we got countless opps in zoots
s can’t rest
rasc can’t rest
stompz was loud but we put him on mute
didn’t drop l’s but we smoke him too
pass that spliff lemme smoke him too
i see stompz hold up in a bio
girls are dark, ’cause she smokes him too
little man got dropped by god, on god, i’m still gonna smoke that yute
shtritz got sauced no levi roots and pigs still p*ssing they can’t find no clues
smash them pops can’t give you a chance
start sending shots like he junk off boos
blood and them names can’t give them views and she says no filter is a favourite tune
[chorus]
wet done yutes for the gang is facts and they didn’t even owe me back
talk wass on tracks can’t wet my shank
they mad at that man, cah the bredrin’s packed
3 on the wrist still smoke on that
had to splash that yute, cah owe them that
talk on sus are you smoking crack?
made him eat his words, we took his shank

wet done yutes for the gang is facts and they didn’t even owe me back
talk wass on tracks can’t wet my shank
they mad at that man, cah the bredrin’s packed
3 on the wrist still smoke on that
had to splash that yute, cah we owe them that
talk on sus are you smoking crack?
made him eat his words, we took his shank

[verse 2]
opp*opp girls wanna chill on the 6 with lit
please come in, so one way entrance
timmy got dip like he was selling in the brex
and k!llys watched how they cheffed his bredrin
oh,sh*t i forgot to mention, i see link freeze
like he lost the connection
little kid can’t get no attention
it should’ve been him face up on that pendant
get a drop on an opp * let’s go !
yo, ain’t got no time for the stooling
it’s a pulling how we melted snow
bro,one hop out the ride and call him
no responding when he let that go
forensics putting up tense and chalk them
tried to warn him but we turned him ghost
gang go fear and them pr*cks on a roll
still there from my gi joseph
and when ask man then it’s definitely toast
four door full trying to stop man’s post
free broadday was really on smoke
was it me? i don’t know
could’ve been me or it could’ve been bro
chilling with them get your head back toast
if your talking packs then we bringing it home
[chorus]
wet done yutes for the gang is facts and they didn’t even owe me back
talk wass on tracks can’t wet my shank
they mad at that man, cah the bredrin’s packed
3 on the wrist still smoke on that
had to splash that yute, cah owe them that
talk on sus are you smoking crack?
made him eat his words, we took his shank

wet done yutes for the gang is facts and they didn’t even owe me back
talk wass on tracks can’t wet my shank
they mad at that man, cah the bredrin’s packed
3 on the wrist still smoke on that
had to splash that yute, cah we owe them that
talk on sus are you smoking crack?
made him eat his words, we took his shank

- dopesmoke lyrics

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