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dripple dragons - fmb dz lyrics

fmb dz
[verse 1]
i throw a bag at you, [?] hustler
i show some love, i get some extras to the customers
n—a tried to run with that pack, we gon’ punish him
and i got some n—-s in the v, they ain’t [?]
and i got a couple of young n—-s like to shoot sh-t
what type of n—a will pull up but won’t do sh-t?
he catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips
make a hundred thousand of rappin’, i ain’t [?]
i can’t have my n—a boom around cause he a savage
and i put the switch on the glock, it’s automatic
i tear a n—a block down, b-tch, and some
[?] to the n—-s able to spit a 100 out a handgun
i be steppin’ on these n—-s and i walk light
i get you knocked off on your off night
n—a tried to rock me to sleep, got put to sleep
talkin’ ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets
n—-s know what type of smoke come behind me
me and my n—-s high as h-ll, we like zombies
i pop another, heard the opps can’t find me
you are repressed, big whoop come remind me
the last thing my n—-s fought was a body
out a blue big benz, ask barry
f-ckin’ all you n—-s hoes, mike larry
whoop my n—a, [?], tyler perry

sada baby
[verse 2]
last thing that i fought was my mans, huh
dumb-ss forgot i got hands, huh
last thing i thought about was some bands, huh
first thing i went and bought was a mag, huh
lil’ blood, he gon’ shoot for me, you know he more than down
i got people in the v, i’m talkin’ morgan town
i seen an opp turn a fifty to a forty round
and then a thirty round, committin’ murder now
i had chopper [?] your brib up
f-ckin’ yo baby mama, wake the kids up
sock a n—a in his stomach, get his ribs crushed
used to bully n—s up in school, make ‘em skip lunch
i wouldn’t let a p-ssy n—a eat nuttin’
or i put the chops down and then i beat ‘em up
a1, type [?], got the streets jumpin’
we ain’t never gotta swipe sheet ‘cause we keep money
i grab the nine on ‘em, tell ‘em keep the hundred
get up on ‘em close range, leave a n—a bl–dy
lil’ b-tch got the best brain, she don’t even study
i got what you want, what you need, leave both [?]
got the strap on me, need no buddies
f-ck you lean, b-tch, me mo’ muddy
on a roll, big dolla, me ski boat thuggin’
yo b-tch got a bl–dy nose, she sniffed the feet / defeat
if i move off my [?], i pitch a b-tch
yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the d-ck
i’m shooting all the extras off rip, when i flip the clip
i’m mj in the play-offs, can’t miss the ship
ten millie in a four five on my hip equipped
they ain’t lyin’, or a gucci thing dipped in her mix
they ain’t lyin’, with the junkie game, percs in her grits
birthdays or wordplays, twerkin’ my wrists
celebratin’ with the whole gang, sizzurp and crys’
gotta sw-ng in both lanes, then swerve the whip
lil’ twerking b-tch want me to stop servin’ bricks
ain’t worth it b-tch, don’t give a f-ck ‘bout no squirting sh-t
can’t do f-ck about nothin’, you n—-s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f-ck ‘em
i don’t give a f-ck bout nuttin’, you n—s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f-ck ‘em
i don’t give a f-ck bout nuttin’, you n—s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f-ck ‘em
i don’t give a f-ck bout nuttin’, you n—s ain’t gang gang, then it’s …

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