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dumb 4 - jourdan brothern lyrics

[intro]
g, i think we got 1

[verse 1: nocap]
i know some b*tches who be actin’ like n*ggas, but n*ggas be actin’ like hoes too
i do not f*ck with the bank, they act like i ain’t got that load too
he wanna play wit’ the bread, come here boy, let me toast you
i had to talk to the ref wit’ the whistle ’cause a young n*gga trynna blow too
yeah, i’m fire as a sk!llet, my vibes be different, the sky ain’t no limit
she told me that she don’t see what i’m sayin’, i told lil’ shawty “my eyes is different.”
im trynna hop in the dm, she ain’t wit’ her man, i know that she wildin’ wit’ it
they say “you loud in your boat.” just cut off my mouth, i’m trynna stay silent wit’ it

[verse 2: mellyx]
yeah, he say he don’t f*ck wit’ 12, he right, must be p.m
’cause i say that boy cooperate, couldn’t believe him
i’m like roddy, i’m like balling every season and day
i hope you ball like melly youngins, they gon’ cut off your way
give a f*ck bout an l, then you better respect
i’ve been kickin’ sh*t [?]
met a white girl, she bad and she givin’ out birkin
i told her “i’m legally to buy the [?]
and watchin’ a n*gga that had to go take it
i be out of the country, but in fl, i feel the safest
robbers and takers my neighbors
lil’ homie don’t try, unless there gon’ be a delay in your life
i don’t work for uncle sam, ain’t no plumber man, but shawty keep askin’ for pipe
she say she got a friend, but i don’t want n*ggas, she ain’t really my type
i don’t f*ck wit’ gucci, louie, any designer, really don’t see the hype
haha, nocap, alright who up next?
[verse 3: jourdan brothern]
yeah, they told me i can’t rap without any auto*tune
speakin’ on my name, we gon’ turn yo face straight to blue
me, nocap and melly, all our choppas gon’ go “boom boom boom”
we shoot up that n*gga now they sayin’ “he gone way too soon”
my n*gga a g and he got on some polo
my next big album is me goin’ solo
i’m carryin’ ropes like this sh*t is a yoyo
f*ckin’ that spanish b*tch, she say “you’re hurting mi culo.”
n*gga you know that we not the same
y’all snitchin’ on gangs, we don’t f*ck wit y’all lames
how the f*ck you gon’ think we scared of ya gang?
you still trynna rise, b*tch i’m in the hall of fame
i just be flowin’, these b*tches keep blowin’, there’s not a single n*gga that can tell me to stop
you f*ck wit’ the cops?, then you is my opp
that sh*t is way worse even when you go flop
these n*ggas gonna know that my glizzy go pop
i feel like youngboy, cause i’m way at the top
she like a rabbit on my d*ck, cause she bouta come hop
i ain’t never gone slip if i came wit’ the mop
i ain’t even 21, b*tch i’m a savage, 21 b*tches and all of them average
chopper so long, it can tell you a passage
it can also do sh*t like give you some damage
21 snitches they bouta get stitches and sooner or later i’m takin’ they b*tches
21 glitches they gave me some riches if you play with me n*gga you gone be one of the fishes
[outro: jourdan brothern]
(b*tch!)
(real ass n*ggas)
(110)

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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