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good lawd - dyme-a-duzin lyrics

[intro: wati heru]
…b sides, n*gga
n*ggas sayin’ beast coast, this east side, n*gga

[chorus: dyme*a*duzin]
i feel like david
all i hear is doubtin’ (skrrrt)
must not know what i’m about (doot, doot!)
must not know that i’m about it (sheesh)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head

[verse 1: dyme*a*duzin]
the broad that i’m with exotic
i wanted it, went and go it
known for importin’ them foreign goddesses into the projects
ashes on her designer, i’m passin’ her k!lla chronic
feel like the city towed now it got no ceiling on it
my mistress, we sin in silence
angel name: ariana
tag teamed her with ian connor
i’m flee ain’t no need for stylists (uh)
they don’t wanna see me poppin’
but i see foresee this prophet
gettin’ high with my g6 pilot
astonishment, body sh*t
while they robbin’ sh*t
get no acknowledgement
i started this
they use my starter kit but i’m the star of this
some sucka sh*t, they my sons and them
put them on punishment
pop em like they gave their mother lip
they just another l!ck, b*tch
everybody got to eat
and if i ain’t gettin’ bodied
then somebody got to beef
got an army all behind me
tryna harm me, y’all deceased
not a [?], i got that heat
[that got the liar fattest feet?]
[chorus: dyme*a*duzin]
i feel like david
all i hear is doubtin’ (skrrrt)
must not know what i’m about (doot, doot!)
must not know that i’m about it (sheesh)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head

[verse 2: stro]
uh, yo
it be that bk ninja
tryna get a stack with my jeans
had to get back with my team
n*ggas ain’t ready for the grown flow
i’m hood, y’all oh, so soho
got a boatload of the flows
like water, no [?], it’s the martyr
of recorders, y’all just bore us
most y’all n*ggas only good for a chorus
k!ll yourselves
i ain’t get here with help
five fingers, find the media and y’all can see me when
i’m dead and gone, better left me lone
one try, i did ’em wrong
i check fellas like [?] check weather
i done met a lot but i never met a better
i ain’t for the chatter, more for the cheddar
tryna get a piece of the world with the meta*
*phors, bars, with them stars
i throw rocks at foreign cars
leave a portion of what you mix with the
young god might just
gotta pay for such sk!lls, sh*t is real
y’all don’t want drama like gangsta grillz
n*gga this ain’t no mixtape
this hip hope and my sh*t potent
i’m from the gully where it can get ugly, like
precious, the phony ones don’t get the message
we wreckin’ it, every second
there’s no second guessin’ the lyrical brethren (man)
every minute, i k!ll it
in this, from brownsville to mount phillips
get to know me
who got the dimes? me and dymes
if a n*gga think he live, then we k!ll ’em with the rhymes
[chorus: dyme*a*duzin]
i feel like david
all i hear is doubtin’ (skrrrt)
must not know what i’m about (doot, doot!)
must not know that i’m about it (sheesh)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head
(good lord!)
i’ll whip their head

- dyme a duzin lyrics

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