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dubula dubula - e-jaycpt lyrics

[intro]
young shaney jay, he the plug boy

[chorus]
simon got no say around here
n*ggas don’t play around here
got my brothers trapped in the grave cause they spray around here
n*ggas don’t ever play fair
bullets fly when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
man down, body out cold when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
somebody’s heart bout to turn cold n*gga

[verse 1]
he used to be my best bruh
till i caught him with my ex buh
and i ain’t even stress bruh
and i ain’t even stress bruh
next day i pulled up with the ouens in a lexus and put that naaier in a stretchеr, uh
was never under prеssure
learnt the game and method
chase the kroen that’s the spuiker
and i ain’t even text her, met her on the weekend
b*tch was sneezing so i had to bless her
drinkin’ cases, beatin’ cases and winnin’ cases
ain’t life crazy? (life crazy n*gga)
was never good with maths in high*school
played by my rules till i went to prison and became a agt baby (agt baby)
life is a gamble
so i’m tip toeing on my feet
not get swallowed by the streets
tryna set an example
better watch your back when you speak
14 years old boy will trek the heat
yo shaney drop the beat
let me drop the speech so they bamba
i ain’t with the beef and the drama
my n*ggas rolling ganja
n*ggas roll deep with the saga
better duck you head when the spanga
’cause…
[chorus]
simon got no say around here
n*ggas don’t play around here
got my brothers trapped in the grave cause they spray around here
n*ggas don’t ever play fair
bullets fly when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
man down, body out cold when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
somebody’s heart bout to turn cold n*gga

[verse 2]
somebody’s heart bout to turn cold
you can’t walk in these places i go, all these faces i know
ouens are out on parole shooting guns wi kids on the road
they come and go
a place where satan gets told
go and wys him that simon said so
you wear the wrong colours, you end up a victim
either you get robbed robbed
or you in the number system (hosh)
we went from, rookies to main ou’s
still the same real n*gga with the same goals
slim got the antidote
stik uit if you talking money
rob a bank we can set it off
on da blocc like errday
i got that juice b*tch that lemonade
do this for my n*ggas who ain’t here today
feel like getting paid today
the rap game got me getting laid
with bad b*tches, i don’t know their names
for all the fallen soldiers we light one up
and all these bad b*tches lookin’ fine as f*ck
we pull up to the party smokin’ loud with a silencer
like naaier wheresmy money at? your time is up
[chorus]
simon got no say around here
n*ggas don’t play around here
got my brothers trapped in the grave cause they spray around here
n*ggas don’t ever play fair
bullets fly when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
man down, body out cold when they dubula dubula
booyakah booyakah booyakah
somebody’s heart bout to turn cold n*gga

- e jaycpt lyrics

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