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dumb af - li heat lyrics

[intro]
gang
(hollow)
yeah
yeah
(hollow, turn me up)

[verse]
i say, “man, this sh*t crazy, all my opps (d*mn), i d*mn near grew up with”
can’t say f*ck the gang ’cause my cousin used to claim that sh*t (f*ck him though)
ain’t no need for that belt ’cause i’ma spank ’em with this switch (frr)
nah, he don’t work (gang, gang) for me, but i’ll make a shooter rich (let’s go)
you just gotta pop a b*tch (gang), shoot it like stojakovic (pop)
know we send sh*t up to god (gang), we really known for dropping sh*t
we gon’ run it like e zeek, he done took plenty hits (facts)
put that glock all in his face like he was giving that b*tch a kiss (okay), gang
i ain’t no rapper, dude call me randy moss ’cause i can’t wait ’til we catch up to you (let’s go)
bullets came with tracers, call me bob, just what that mac do (phew)
i’m with shipes, then mikе, we on nawf, we blowing nothin’ but fruit (runts)
put my name in yo’ song, you gon’ see what this papеr do (i blame the gang)
say i done hit the block way more times than a hooker (done hit the block)
and my shooter say he number one, he pull up like d booker (he pull up, for sure)
ain’t the type to talk to the plug, i wanna meet the cooker (where your cooker at?)
she was tryna f*ck, ain’t even stiff arm her, i just shook her (get ’em off spent)
know i’m quick to spend these andrews, they going out of luck (let’s go)
they gon’ think we playin’ tag how i’m getting them n*ggas touched (you dig?)
i might go broke on the opps, guess what, i don’t give a f*ck (phew, let’s go)
you know every day a holiday when you getting these bucks (i’m getting bucks)
i’m on the block with my cousin, nah, i ain’t talking about boogie (gang)
put that switch up on his ass (phew, come here) like we handing out some whoopies (let’s go)
he must be waiting on the pigs, only thing he doin’ is wolfing (yeah, talk to ’em)
don’t put your gun up n this camera (gang), forty first be quick to pull it (pull that)
this lil’ pretty b*tch keep tryna f*ck, i ask her where them n*ggas be (huh)
set a n*gga up or some’, b*tch show me that you feeling me (for real)
i say i can hit the block and break it down and sell it ten a g (gang)
n*ggas goin’ on thirty, still mad that they can’t be me (let’s go)
you have turned into yo’ baby momma, boy, that’s just my sl*t (my sl*t)
saved her number under sandy, i just call her for my nut (i just call her for my nut)
i got white hoes like spongebob, you do nothin’ but get touched (gang)
you know i’ma stop like patrick, that’s why they think i’m dumb as f*ck (gang)
[outro]
you know that i’m dumb as f*ck, gang
for real, i woulda done k!lled one of these dumb ass boys
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