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get dummy - hxndro & daboyvonn lyrics

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[intro: daboyvonn]
it’s lilc4
uh, uh, uh, aye
uh, uh, aye, aye

[verse 1: daboyvonn & hxndro]
back up, lil b*tch, i don’t kiss*kiss (i don’t kiss)
i got your b*tch on my wish list (what?)
n*ggas be dissing, they don’t even dig this (aye)
this sh*t get tragic, my n*ggas, they hit sh*t
ugh, i get you hit quick, ugh
i know some n*ggas that carry that big sh*t, ugh
this sh*t get hectic, ugh
you gone be crying, wish you never did this
stop acting stupid, lil n*gga, you b*tching
sh*t, high off the gas, i’m a demon
tell me to slide, bro, i’m ready to end him
aye, hunnid round drum really bend him (uh)
k!ll sh*t, my n*ggas, they stupid
they k!ll sh*t (k!ll sh*t)
boy, stop all that typing, that’s girl sh*t (that’s girl sh*t)
heard this n*gga run sh*t
that’s lit, that’s lit, that’s lit
die that, put that boy in the sky
ain’t no coming back (ain’t no coming back)
b*tch, i always been on top, n*gga, fall back (fall back)
on the block with the glock and i’m out late (out, out, like)
b*tch, and they like “daboy, why you snapping?” (you snapping)
n*gga, i was on top, what just happened? (what just happened)
i grab the work, mixed it and flipped it
mixed it and flipped it (flipped it, flipped it)
(oh, alright) mixed it and flipped it, uh
(oh, alright) then i mixed it and flipped it, uh
get dummy, uh, get dummy, uh
get dummy, aye, aye, aye, aye
[verse 2: hxndro]
d*mn bro, why you snapping? (d*mn)
uh, d*mn, lil bro not rapping (d*mn)
uh, why that boy keep lacking? (why?)
these bullets, he gon’ catch em (grrah)
like my boss, i whacked him (what?)
now he gone like magic (uh)
this real sh*t, no capping (no cap)
b*tch, i made it happen (hah)
hah, let’s go now, uh
moving too fast, can’t slow down (i can’t)
shot four opps with four rounds (hah)
new opp got a tag on his toe now
yeah, you know how
how this sh*t gon’ go now
nah, you can’t go home now (nah)
lil n*gga, this my show now
aah, let’s get it
mike tyson, i hit em (i hit em)
von new glock, keep drilling (keep drilling)
my drac’ score like pippen (like pippen)
yeah, no kizzy (no kizzy)
still posted in the trenches (uh*huh)
p*ss ass boy on the benches (uh*huh)
can’t f*ck with lil deuce, i’m different (i’m different)
hah, get dummy, get dummy (get dummy)
get dummy
i f*cked my b*tch, she yummy (on god)
get dummy, get dummy, get dummy
or i shoot hunnid rounds in your tummy (grrah)

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