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luciano & morty - lil dude lyrics

[intro]
hurt, what it do?
man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we got here at foster’s

[chorus]
get the pack, i make an order
big chopstick, i make it shorter
if you wanna die then you gon’ get hit
i ain’t got control over none of these sticks
non-neutral gang, i’m from this sh-t
and they on that dumb sh-t
smokin’ on that runt sh-t
these diamonds doin’ stunts b-tch
these n-ggas livin’ like pedestrians
the stick got bodies, i ain’t wrestling
clean up on your block, we can make it messy, man
i ain’t hesitant, big cups of that medicine
catchin’ everything, odell beckham
he got shot in the face ’cause he was finessing

[verse 1]
he ain’t religious, but go’n bless him
slide with a stick, get a shot to the head
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they f-ck with the feds
sleep in the trap, i don’t sleep in the bed
you slip with the gang then your -ss is dead
bad b-tch with me tryna give me the head
pull on your block, playin’ simon says
spinnin’ a bin like dj durel
these n-ggas ain’t gangster, these n-ggas, they female
these diamonds they wet, they came from seaworld
you diss on the net then you get your -ss nailed
just like a jail we gon’ get your -ss bailed
gangster, havin’ them pieces in h-ll
these n-ggas they sit and they tattletale
i’m the real general up in the battlefield
pause, these n-ggas they live in a fairy tale
dog, while they b-tch literally everywhere

[verse 2]
glock on me n-gga, i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
stunt on these n-ggas and i’m gettin’ bigger
global -ss n-gga, you a local -ss n-gga
it’s levels to this but the stick gon’ rip you
chop his -ss up, throw his -ss in the river
turn a rap n-gga to somebody’s widow
i knew these lil’ n-ggas would hate from the get-go
this maison margiela, i don’t rock the kenzo
your b-tch on the perc, she bony like willow
smokin’ exotic, it’s me and diego
my young n-ggas love me, they do what i say so
i’m a real gangster, i don’t turn day old
glock four-five, it’s gon’ tear your face off
i’m washin’ my hands of all of you lame n-ggas (b-tch, b-tch)

- lil dude lyrics

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