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dummy shit - skizzzbone lyrics

[chorus 1: skizzzbone]
d*d*dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick

[verse 1: dakoda boutilier]
sippin’ cappuccino
they call me al pacino
i keep the groupies comin’
got that godfather money
in the maybach p*ssy runnin’
thumbin’ hundreds with a cuban
i can teach you how to master it
but nah i’m not rick rubin
i’m the lord of constant doom
and got my crew all money checkin’
recruitin’ up an army, cause tsunami kitty pettin’
pitter patter let’s get at ‘er
thought i had her, then she scatter
punk my music gettin’ louder
and my main hoe gettin’ badder
l*l*louisville slugger
hit your motherf*ckin’ cranium
toolies in the cupboard
quarts of liqour i stay drainin’ them
my roll car cage, pure titanium
b*tches come around they afraid
cause i been taming them
[chorus 2: skizzzbone]
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick

[verse 2: indefinito555]
i got drums on the stick like i’m rambo
shoot a hundred we be knockin’ down bando’s
cb bandit, squeeze ’till it’s jammin’
call me bamm*bamm
cause my stick wreaks damage
the man with the plan
outplaying all the rest
these hoochies in the crowd
all saying i’m the best
b*tch i used to be a villain
you can google my arrest
now i’m jugglin’ these cheques
like i’m in the irs
was talkin’ to my po
he gave your boy the ok
book the flight to halifax
i’m out here at the level 8
sake in my cup, calamari on my plate
opps not built enough to beef
they some featherweights
b*tch*made p*ssy ass f*ckboy, pull that on me
get guaranteed stained, wet work come free
folks turn you to a strain, mary jane og
there’s a tear drop on my homie eye, feel me og?
[chorus 3: skizzzbone]
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick

[verse 3: koro$u]
your man and his gang is a b*tch
lil shorty i’m the man
you can ask my whole clique
if your man want smoke
he can ask my whole clip
we run up to his house
six, seven to his hip
nah, koro$u cold f*ckin’ nasty
quick to smack a b*tch on the lip if she sass me
roll a f*ckin’ swisher, yvnngrichard pack gas g
you f*ggots want smoke, i keep a nine in the back seat
keep ’em in a f*nny pack
if you want this ‘lil sl*t
homie you can have her back
i ain’t even f*ck her
i just spend the racks
and if she in the mood
i can take her right back
your shorty is a diva
i know that for a fact
she ain’t even want you
she all up on my sack
i heard your new track
your new sh*t ass
run up on ya man’s
put a couple rounds in his back
like i said before, koro$u be the reaper
free urine i p*ssin’ on all of these people
lil’ shorty i’m the sh*t my rhymes stay fecal
project comin’ in august they be waitin’ for the sequel
they be waitin’ for the sequel
they be waitin’ for the sequel
they be waitin’ for the sequel, d*mn!
[chorus 4: skizzzbone]
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick

[verse 4: skizzzbone]
she be goin’ on for hours
what you talkin’ about?
she said i blew her mind
so i put my gun in her mouth
sippin’ on a 40, kick my feet up on the couch
heard there’s a rat at this party
there’s a mouse in the house
i pour a four in the five hundred mil’
i got homies poppin’ percs
but i ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ the pills
i’m high as my suspicion
b*tches plottin’ and they plannin’
took your money for a feature
and not post it cause i’m scammin’
b*tch i keep a thirty on me, nate darling
you know i got the jazz
like i’m swinging for the marlins
i’ll stomp your boy out
in some fresh doc marten’s
b*tch i got the glock
with the drum and it’s carbon
done did dirt, all the sh*t that i started
f*ckin’ with the gang you know that’s a tough bargain
f*ckin’ on your b*tch she be suckin’ on the larson
slam dunk my nuts in her guts, will barton

[chorus 5: skizzzbone]
dummy sh*t, i ride dummy whips
wit’ a dummy b*tch, this draco hold a hundred
i ain’t frontin’, that’s a dummy clip
dummy stick, i do dummy tricks
that b*tch be dummy thick, i don’t give a f*ck
that is enough to make you dummy sick

- skizzzbone lyrics

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