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beat box freestyle - dustero lyrics

intro:
b*b*bullet in his head, d*mn, i did that sh*t
we be spinnin’ on yo block and knock yo f*ckin’ cap off (d*mn, this sh*t exclusive)
did that sh*t, left him dead, no f*ckin’ mistake
double*up on the opps, leave ’em all dead
bullets rainin’ on ’em, watch ’em all drop
shot him down three times with f*ckin’ glock
baddie come up to me said she wannna f*ck
said he wanna fight wit me, chop his legs off
chop him all up then eat up for lunch
i’m a shoota with a scope and it came with a clip
don’t get f*ck up ‘bout your life we shoot us a fl!ck
i’m a street soldier, with a trigger ready to pop
leave him stuck until he drown, make sure that he don’t get up
hop on the beat and k!ll that f*ckin’ sh*t
if he come back to live i’ma shoot him again
you finna come runnin’, wimpin’ come funny
burn away the shots on body bury those ones
chop him all up put his body in the lake
chop him up and i’ma bake him on the oven
alway make sure your doors always locked
verse one:
ayy, ayy
yo b*tch, she givin’ me head in the car
shooting this b*tches while driving a car
feelin’ like a menace, might rob a store
me and homies, we kickin’ down doors
he showin’ his money, we know that he broke
me and homies shootin’ down b*tches who be steppin’ to us
b*tch i be stabbin’ my d*ck in her mouth
24k, k!llin’ this b*tches just like kobe
bullets knock his head off, f*ck the oops we sped off
heard he caught a body, isn’t that a little off now?
goofy ahh dreadlocks, red forces, red socks
this smg will f*ckin’ make yo bed rock
shoutout to ck this treat will make you f*ckin’ talk
these b*tches giving me head
shot a hunnid, i’m done, sike, strike again like a b*tch lebron
24k, shooting down b*tches just like kobe, hold on brrrt bop
shot him down twice if come back to life i’ma shoot him again, brrrt bop
if he steppin’ to me i’ma shoot him in the heart, brrrt bop
b*tch this draco make yo bed rock, brrt bop
yeah, hold on
outro:
b*b*bullet in his head, d*mn, i did that sh*t
we be spinnin’ on yo block and knock yo f*ckin’ cap off
did that sh*t, left him dead, no f*ckin’ mistake
double*up on the opps, leave ’em all dead
bullets rainin’ on ’em, watch ’em all drop
shot him down three times with f*ckin’ glock
baddie come up to me said she wannna f*ck
said he wanna fight wit me, chop his legs off
chop him all up then eat up for lunch
i’m a shoota with a scope and it came with a clip
don’t get f*ck up ‘bout your life we shoot us a fl!ck
i’m a street soldier, with a trigger ready to pop

- dustero lyrics

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