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dust town livin - jay fizzle, big scarr & big moochie grape lyrics

[intro: jay fizzle]
big rack
fizzle
f*ck goin’ on
(hitkidd, what it do, man)
gang, gang

[chorus: jay fizzle]
uh
smokin’ backwoods, but i don’t smoke no paper (paper)
ballin’ real hard, man, i feel like will chambers (ball)
f*ck on your b*tch ’cause i know you’re a hater (b*tch)
ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (ice)
whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (baker)
don’t gotta ask me, i’m strapped with that laser (bah*bah)
yeah, that b*tch bad, but i ain’t finna take her (nope)
yeah, yeah
count up these racks ’til my motherf*ckin’ thumb hurt (flex)
flexin’ so hard, man, this sh*t got my arms hurting (big talk)
smokin’ exotic, this sh*t made my lungs hurt (haha)
shots out the drac’, n*gga play at the concert (fah*fah)
we f*ck on his ho, but we go get palm first (b*tch)
don’t gotta ask, b*tch, you know that we on (i stamp that)
don’t f*ck with n*ggas, these n*ggas be bums (f*ck ass)
[verse 1: jay fizzle]
last n*gga played, put his face in his lap (nope)
lil’ homie hopped out his strap with the tommy gun (fah*fah)
i front my lil’ homie, i gave him them racks (racks)
quay got the drop, and the stick, and went got it done (gang)
we get the za by the motherf*ckin’ packs (zaza)
d*mn, this sh*t quick, then we got get another palm (dope boy)
ballin’ hard, b*tch, i feel like i’m steve nash (wow)
ice on my body, i shine like the phoenix suns (ice)
new diamond chain, man, it filled up with cl*sters (woah)
i got two b*tches, they f*ck on each other (d*mn)
glock on my hip, man, we always together (glocky)
off white jeans same color as some b*tter (off white)
n*ggas be hatin’, man, these f*ck n*ggas envy (they wack)
you know i’m caked up, you know i got plenty (rich ass)
we hit yo’ block with the motherf*ckin’ semi’s (hit yo’ block)
just like ice cube, b*tch, i’m all ’bout them benji’s (big rack, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: jay fizzle & big scarr]
smokin’ backwoods, but i don’t smoke no paper (paper)
ballin’ real hard, man, i feel like will chambers (ball)
f*ck on your b*tch ’cause i know you’re a hater (b*tch)
ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (ice)
whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (baker)
don’t gotta ask me, i’m strapped with that laser (bah*bah)
yeah, that b*tch bad, but i ain’t finna take her (nope)
yeah, yeah
count up these racks ’til my motherf*ckin’ thumb hurt (flex)
flexin’ so hard, man, this sh*t got my arms hurting (big talk)
smokin’ exotic, this sh*t made my lungs hurt (haha)
shots out the drac’, n*gga play at the concert (fah*fah)
we f*ck on his ho, but we go get palm first (b*tch)
don’t gotta ask, b*tch, you know that we on (i stamp that, woah)
don’t f*ck with n*ggas, these n*ggas be bums (f*ck ass, frozone)
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[verse 2: big scarr]
woah (woah), let’s go (let’s go)
i got these hoes in ‘n out at the concert (concert)
i drive the scat, k!ll the curb like i’m joe dirt (joe dirt)
every n*gga rooting ’cause seein’ my b*tch purse (b*tch purse)
live by extortion, run out for no reimburse (woah)
water k!ll me ’bout to be as big as his feelings hurt (his feelings hurt)
these n*ggas miserable, but perc’ and the wock’ got me feelin’ invisible (invisible)
reach for these chain, leave a n*gga (leave a n*gga ass) in critical (in critical)
tuck the ar in the club like it n*gga ‘n ’em (n*gga ‘n ’em)
turn this b*tch to a massacre
choppa do tricks, n*gga, abracadabra
any wrong moves, it gon’ be a disaster
n*ggas hate on me ’cause i blew ’em past
smokin’ dead opps to the face, i don’t pass
in d from the back, off the ass, make her pass out (woah)
now she sleep with her ass out

[chorus: jay fizzle & big moochie grape]
smokin’ backwoods, but i don’t smoke no paper (no paper)
ballin’ real hard, man, i feel like will chambers (feel like will chambers)
f*ck on your b*tch ’cause i know you’re a hater (know you’re a hater)
ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (a glacier)
whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (pancake)
don’t gotta ask me, i’m strapped with that laser (bah*bah, woah)
yeah, that b*tch bad, but i ain’t finna take her (nah)
yeah, yeah
count up these racks ’til my motherf*ckin’ thumb hurt (flex)
flexin’ so hard, man, this sh*t got my arms hurting (big talk)
smokin’ exotic, this sh*t made my lungs hurt (haha)
shots out the drac’, n*gga play at the concert (fah*fah)
we f*ck on his ho, but we go get palm first (b*tch)
don’t gotta ask, b*tch, you know that we on (i stamp that)
don’t f*ck with n*ggas, these n*ggas be bums (gigantic)
[verse 3: big moochie grape]
drum on the drac’ and i shoot like a juggernaut (juggernaut)
trap spot hot, got j’s runnin’ in and out (in and out)
runnin’ in and out with them ‘bows in my mama house (yes, sir)
blew flew with the drugs, n*gga, we ain’t never runnin’ out (yes, sir)
use to be broke, b*tch, yeah, i got money now (got money now)
vvs on me dance just like bobby brown (bobby brown)
dump a whole hunnid field like i scored a touch down (touch down)
all my opps high when they out, then a n*gga get rushed down (grrt, grrt)
two hundred k on big moochie (bling blaow) bust down (bling blaow)
youngins og on the dust town (dust town)
b*tch checking n*gga channel, say somethin’, my n*gga hushed down (n*gga hushed down)

[outro: big moochie grape]
ayy, mane, you know we hog tie (hog tie) and we’ll get a n*gga hog tied
mane, you know what’s up, mane (on my mama, n*gga)
dust town, hundred round, n*gga (f*ck hundred round sh*t, n*gga)
let’s go
(what it do, man)

- jay fizzle big scarr big moochie grape lyrics

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