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target! - plydough lyrics

(verse 1)
yo b*tch wanna f*ck with me
that’s why you keep on staying real sad
e*e*extendo mags, they make it to your welcome mat
bullets on top of my leg
red dot [?] got it aiming at my head
run up in a pit cuz i been feeling dead
i’m showing him mercy cuz he looking red
i hate when these b*tches come at me with lies
don’t come at me if you [?]
i’m mentally sick with this sh*t i might die
made a appointment with god he gon’ fly
5,5,5 smith and wesson hit yo face
30 b*tches on me and they all want a taste
f*ck with my crew and you f*ck with me too
f*ck yall b*tch i ain’t know what to do
run up on me and you might loose a tooth
b*tch i’m in tеxas i come with a screw
wait this not a screw this is a f*cking drill

(vеrse 2)
punch to that mouth now i feel like i’m tyson
ran up on me cuz i had yo b*tch biting
call that boy out and we started fighting
i’m cutting his neck like a mother f*ckin titan
don’t give a f*ck if you tryna jump
cuz b*tch i’m a dog and you act like a pup
i barked at his b*tch cuz she tryna f*ck

- plydough lyrics

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