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tragic - dougie b lyrics

[intro]
gang
gang
blaygang
gang
brrt dat brrt dat
gang
[chorus]
if i do me a hit i start laughing, action
run up on me it get tragic
know we not bluffing , i clutch it, i blast it
trapper be stuck on the backwoods
he say he a ooter
he say he a shooter
please tell him get back, why he rapping (nah)
got chop in my [?] , [?]
i pick up a life for the basket ,f*ck it we spinning through
[verse 1]
everybody in the whip got a grip, don’t lack , don’t trip
yeah we running up on em
i can’t beef with the eight, them n****s informants
brodie said f*ck it we on em’ (d*mn)
if you be with the opps , we not givin’ no warnings
word to my deads you be cautious (d*mn)
i said f*ck who i hit while i’m tossin’, might just hit all em’
back in the field i go riri, back to thе field trynna catch me a pd
smoochie shе buggin’ , no cuffin’ just eat me
f*ck with the opps, b*tch i’m catching a dv
that lil’ b*tch from the t’s , just get on they knees
don’t worry lil baby we neeky
see the look in my eyes, the woo got me high
everybody keep telling me tp
if i spin , like a shark underwater
like nemo ,they hidin’ , i’m yelling out geezly
i can’t take it no more, gotta stay with the chop
if i ever go back they won’t free me

[verse 2]
for this drill sh*t, b*tch im a pro, i can’t walk with no pole
watch i up it , it’s easy
i been buggin’ , lil bro say they need me
[?] he pushed me , he sellin’ out fijis
ue got n***s active
b*tch i can dance on some trappit
f*ck it , i see it, i need it , i sn*tch it
then give a thottie the backin’
b*tch we the navy like we pistol packing
choppas and bands in the mattress
tweak off the xan , b*tch im shooting it rapid
tweak off the xan , b*tch im shooting it rapid
brodie gon’ put him on fox five, spin if they outside
f*ck it we shootin’ on camera
f*ckin’ with us tell em byebye
b*tch we a threat, they keep saying they don’t understand us
these n****s ain’t never gon’ learn
been putting them through
wait that boy lost his face when he ran up
f*ck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up
(f*ck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up)

[outro]
if i do me a hit i start laughing, action
run up on me it get tragic
know we not bluffing , i clutch it, i blast it
trapper be stuck on the backwoods
he say he a ooter
he say he a shooter
please tell him get back, why he rapping (nah)
got chop in my [?] , [?]
i pick up a life for the basket
blay gang
blay gang
doa ave

- dougie b lyrics

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