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dumb flows - fadess & c stunna lyrics

[intro: fadess]
(yo, kelly, run that sh*t back)
mhm
yop
double s, but i’ll never snake my n*gga

[verse 1: fadess]
i got dumb flows, you don’t know which one comin’
if ‘trol blitz, then we runnin’, it’s on my waist by my stomach
two fifty clips, that’s a hundred, you seen this sh*t, you’d vomit
no sympathy for a woman, put bullets all in her bonnet (mhm), yeah
don’t think this sh*t sweet, ain’t no love, you could get beat
set me up, leave you six feet, just tell me what the l!ck read
i swear to god, i ain’t goin’ out like no buster
i’m f*ckin’, i got my cutter, sh*t, f*ck that b*tch, i don’t trust her (i don’t trust no b*tch)
she runnin’ game, she probably done f*cked my brother
and want a n*gga to cuff her, but i’ma just go and stuff her (what the f*ck?)
b*tch, what’s the issue? h*ll nah, i don’t miss you
got her legs on the shoulder, i like to hit it from this view (i’m finna beat it)
f*ck i look like to kiss you? tyler already hit you
got her screamin’ and kickin’, look like she doin’ jiu*jitsu
f*ck i look like to kiss you? tyler already hit you
got her screamin’ and kickin’, look like she doin’ jiu*jitsu

[verse 2: luh tyler]
yeah, look like she doin’ jiu*jitsu (jiu*jitsu)
these n*ggas that be hatin’ really softer than some tissue (than some tissue)
won’t get no fame up off my name, n*gga, i can’t diss you (i can’t diss you)
f*ck that b*tch, i’m lovin’ mary jane, i promise i won’t miss you (b*tch, i won’t miss you)
yeah, that lil’ b*tch ain’t gettin’ missed (huh? huh?)
in the booth and i’m with mary jane, you know she gettin’ kissed (n*gga, what?)
got them trophies in my mouth, i crack a smile, it’s like p*ss (glee)
i might run that money up, go bust it down straight on my wrist (n*gga, yeah)
step out dope*boy nikes, n*gga, i don’t never need designer (need designer?)
your lil’ b*tch keep blowin’ up my phone, but i just decline her (b*tch, get the f*ck)
n*gga think he got the baddest, but my b*tches, they be finer (yeah, they finer)
if you say that man your brother, then he ‘posed to come behind you, n*gga (come behind you, n*gga)
slice a b*tch like i’m chucky, told your lil’ b*tch come suck me
n*gga know we got f*ck cheese, bands, you know i touch these
young and hot, she my puppy, twin, you all in my muppy (glee, glee)
and your lil’ b*tch wanna f*ck me, none these n*ggas can’t touch me
tell her get back, she musty, n*gga chain turnin’ rusty
man, these n*ggas, they disgust me, better get your b*tch, she blushing (yeah)
just sit back, it ain’t no rushing, and your lil’ b*tch know she f*cking (for sure)
gotta go and get them bucks in, n*gga, that’s end of discussion
[verse 3: c stunna]
better look for that bag, tryna find me
all the sh*t you made up in your trap, that’s my booking fee
city know to call out stunna name when they tryna eat
i don’t trap, but one phone call, i could supply the streets (for real)
finesse a jit so good, he still be reposting my music
ain’t a jit up out my city i did not influence
he compared himself to me, that had him lookin’ stupid
stuntin’, flexin’, poppin’, you know i do it
n*ggas know straight fades come behind stunna
you gon’ have to pop a perc’ to get what i’m on
heavy dripper, man, this ‘fit could supply a pond
stick get to swingin’, have him movin’ like he megatron
n*ggas know i’m quick to take off like a migo
n*gga makin’ moves behind this mic just like i’m tito
why your b*tch heart my story? that keep boostin’ up my ego
touchin’ on my chain, in my hood, that’s a free throw

[outro: c stunna]
n*gga
that’s a free shot, b*tch
stunna

- fadess c stunna lyrics

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