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dumb ditty - shon thang lyrics

[intro]
ayy
i’m a dog like i’m a rottweiler, ayy

[verse 1]
cruisin’ down whipburn in a minivan
pull up by rd, drop my baby off, a mission, finna go on one
i send them dots to baby leg, he don’t wan’ store for nothin’
i turn my brother up like, “huh, b-tch, you don’t owe me nothin'”
f-ckin’, thuggin’, bad b-tch come run up, this b-tch get off
hundred bands, man, all believe in doin’, b-tch, the young and raw
it ain’t sh-t that i can’t shake, got this sh-t back from every loss
now i scored on pills and bought, then trap ’til i ain’t got a pulse
b-tch done made me check [?], ho done threw me in a cross
agitated with my freak, he tryna eat this b-tch on salt
sippin’ wock’ straight out the pint like i been tryna heal a cough
he don’t really want no static, b-tch, you out here chasing clout
at the stadium, we turnt then act an -ss in vegas vape
vip, i do my diddy like, “watch out, give me some sp-ce”
fresh be tryna smoke the benz out but he know i don’t play
i don’t talk on phones, i facetime, feel like that can’t be traced
in the bimmer with big brother, talkin’ ’bout the hoes we hit
got vendrea on this trail, hollerin’ ’bout she finna leave ’em ‘lone
but that’s my n-gg- so she know that i’ma vouch for that
them hoes is tryna break ’em up like, “girl, you better not fall for that”

[chorus]
posted with my n-gg-, we go dumb ditty, ayy
lockin’ in that booth, i find myself, now they can’t f-ck with me
they took what they heard and they gon’ run with it
no love for a ho, beat that lil’ p-ssy then i’m done with it
sales callin’, meet me at vallero
spent a check and pair on bbc, you know my trap road
they want smoke, they better have some ammo
show ’em how these fire work, light ’em up, that’s roman candle

[verse 2]
top down, roamin’ through your section with that glock
likin’ old pictures on my ‘gram, that lil’ ho bopped out
thuggin’ right in front of billie jean, i see the cops out
what the f-ck it is? my n-gg-s dumb but we ain’t drop it
stayed down, how the f-ck you do that? b-tch, i’m pressure
don’t know how i’m comin’, i might spin inside a tesla
shoot that b-tch with either hand, got no picks, i’m ambidextrous
bought a glock for my protection, better check it or respect it
studio, i had to fix my son a bottle, then go in
just got off the phone with dre, he said, “i promise you gon’ win”
in this b-tch with chris recording, got the green light
all i know is go, b-tch, i ain’t stoppin’, i see green life, ayy

[outro]
dj treble on the beat

- shon thang lyrics

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