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real talk - dudeylo lyrics

intro:
graow b*tch
(ahhh)

[chorus: dudeylo]
o*off percs tryna bend on a wvttz
i go dumb with the muf*ckin chop
first n*gga move is the first n*gga shot
spin through the bronx and i’m lookin for flocks
we gon’ blitz like madden
if he say “i don’t know” then he chattin’
and they know who got put in a packet
shot after shot, split ’em up to a fraction (like)

[verse 1: dudeylo]
imma spin on my dolie
how the f*ck is you tough, gotta show me
like how i be missin’ my homies
slide on a church tryna leave that boy holy
spin through that block with my g and my [?]
if he see that perform, yea lil n*gga i’m masta
hang out the v tryna fl!ck on a revel
told my momma “i’m sorry she raising a devil.”
throw a shot, watch him fall of a sh*ll
creepin through polo, i’m lookin’ for kel
smokin on… should’ve seen how he fell
free all the guys that are sleep in the cell
took trips
no whips
under the bridge tryna catch us a hit
(where they at?)
we the packers that play for the pistons
brodie get mad and then he get to cl!ckin’
e with the dot, put the dot on his fitted
lotti, leroy, matt. finished!
frankie, c*hii, gady. missin’!
[?] so we flockin’ the witness
i went kuu with the knock, call me rondo
like i said, b*tch i’m smokin on poncho
gb. dead! pass me the vato
rg on court like he play for toronto
[chorus: dudeylo]
o*off percs tryna bend on a wvttz
i go dumb with the muf*ckin chop
first n*gga move is the first n*gga shot
spin through the bronx and i’m lookin for flocks
we gon’ blitz like madden
if he say “i don’t know” then he chattin’
and they know who got put in a packet
shot after shot, split ’em up to a fraction

[verse 2: roscoe g]
like they know what i do to the opps
f*ck everybody, it’s everything shot
tryna slide through that block with a beam on the mop
c*hii dead, he got lined by a thot
oh we zooted than [?] i’m tryna catch pd
hop out the v, let’s catch us a speedy
we the n*ggas that’s screamin out ewe
free bro, he was flockin’ on tv
i went dumb with the .40
bro told me to get ’em
d*dudeylo tryna hang out and rick ’em
naz got hit, and that n*gga was twitchin
since a jit, i was feindin’ to cl!ck it

- dudeylo lyrics

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