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throw one - fmb dz lyrics

[intro]
it’s a dirty game, man
ayy

[verse]
cut all of my b*tches off, all i need is one
all i trust is one n*gga, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
i been hearin’ what they sayin’, i heard they want me dead
so i got one in the head, you know how i play it
mama tellin’ me to pray and get right with god
but i been dancin’ with the devil, i’m tryna pick a side
every n*gga with me certified, n*ggas know the vibes
f*ck around and get your shooters shot and get your robbers robbed
f*ck around and get your k!llers k!lled and make your drivers drive
then make your driver shoot his self like he cheddar bob
got a n*gga flew in from iran, he doin’ suicides
got an ex*navy seals with me, he doin’ scuba dives
thinkin’ ’bout movin’ somewhere warm, ’cause i’m tired of snow
lead the line in the fastest foreign, but i’m drivin’ slow
n*gga pull up on the side of me, we lettin’ them rockets blow
oh, that car behind ’em with ’em too? well, shoot they sh*t up
dead on arrival, i feel better, he ain’t gettin’ up
back*to*back duallies, i’m with the shooters, don’t get lift up
n*ggas shouldn’t have played, ’cause n*ggas know i never played with ’em
you with the other side? that’s okay, you gon’ lay with ’em
face to face with ’em, hope you be there when that drac’ hit ’em
when that k hit ’em, i get mad, i let my apes get ’em
throw a rock at me, these n*ggas scared to throw a stick at me
my hustle game cold, the plug wanna throw a brick at me
i move like bumpy johnson, more like andrew jackson with the bag
never had a tab, i know little n*ggas buyin’ slabs
n*gga say he lookin’ for me like i’m scared or somethin’
he actin’ like bro won’t hit him in his head or somethin’
n*ggas know the consequences behind the big whooper
i gave young dawg some extras, he a good shooter
hang out the window on ’em, send sixty at ’em
my young n*gga armed and dangerous, and he trigger*happy
keep a ski mask on, he don’t like to shake hands
he don’t do the buddy*buddy sh*t, he don’t want friends
he said he want enemies, n*gga, f*ck love
i asked him what he want for christmas, he said more blood
said we goin’ to war with all these n*ggas, buy some more guns
barry walked in with seven pints, i’m ’bout to pour one
i’m in traffic with two new fns, i wanna blow one
roll the window down and check the scene before i throw one

- fmb dz lyrics

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