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dumb 3 - jourdan brothern lyrics

[verse 1]
ayy, send him so much shots, that sh*t like shotta flow (five)
n*ggas be callin my phone, they wastin’ my time
that n*gga was some lemon, and he ain’t need no lime (huh?)
b*tches wanna f*ck, you better get in the line
wrist so wet like it water, ima go f*ck on ya (woah, splash, ha)
n*ggas look like disasters, p*ssy so trash i might block her
put that b*tch in the middle, she an equator
that b*tch so bad, i’ll do more than date her
all of this same love is coming from haters
my name ain’t jourdan, i’m just a bag chaser
i told that b*tch to pop that p*ssy, told that b*tch to tie him up
that n*gga sendin’ a lot more disses, tell them n*ggas to shoot him up
they hеar my song on that playlist, they say “turn it up!”
b*tch don’ gave me hеr p*ssy, well too bad i tore it up
i got this drac’ like i started up ovo, jit
if you ain’t heard ass, n*gga go listen to fye. go!!
n*gga gon’ play wit’ me, this gon’ be deadly
sending these threats to n*ggas on daily
i’m not yo friend, i’m gon’ be friendly
these n*ggas be playin’ like cameos, stan lee

[verse 2]
y’all n*ggas know what the f*ck gon’ happen to these n*ggas if they f*ckin’ play wit’ me n*gga
we ain’t even gon play around here, n*gga
let’s get it
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
yea, send ya b*tch straight to the back, yeah, you a p*ssy, that’s a lil’ fact, yea
we popped and smoked that n*gga, i guess he ain’t comin’ back, yea
you a lil’ b*tch that’s trynna face the fact that jourdon be spittin’ like that (on me)
i don’t like it when all of you n*ggas be spittin that cap
come put the crown on me, n*gga, don’t put the crown on a clown n*gga
chase a clown with .150 round right around the town, n*gga
there’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 n*ggas spittin’ cap
there’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 n*ggas spittin’ cap

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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