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dog shit - yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
(ayy, spin it back, tay)
blatt, blatt (tay global), blatt
uh, uh (blatt)

[verse: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
i hold up these cuban links, like free my brothers out them chains, n*gga
gang member, uh, they heard stunna be with paid k!llers
b*tch*, b*tch n*gga play, it’s murder, nah, i ain’t hurtin’, but i pop paink!llers, uh
just gave my brother some shovels, we some gravediggers, uh (get him out of there)
everytime we got the drop, you know we slid (come on)
you know everytime i ever caught a box then made the pack dissapear? (sold)
this a four hundred dollar soda, n*gga, i don’t drink no bill (raw)
uh, anytime that we spot a opp, we make him come here (come here)
last n*gga got caught at the light like a reindeer
that n*gga got zipped, they ain’t spin, i*i*i guess some b*tch n*ggas ain’t care, uh (b*tch)
we be hoppin’ out flamed up
n*gga, hop out wrong, get flamed up (glrrt, glrrt, glrrt)
we ain’t the ones to play with, we at the bank and they ain’t there (my n*gga*, my n*gga*)
my n*gga spin like the state fair
n*ggas still on the porch, better stay there
these n*ggas my jits, no daycare (p*ssy)
we play for keeps, so don’t play fair
he play with me and get ate
n*gga get shot in his top if he violate (bop)
we put that boy on a plate, f*ck n*gga slippin’, we shoot up the crime rate
n*gga, better not slip, i came equipped
b*tch, i’m a blood, i came with crips
i came with cuz, he got the switch
he’ll lose his mind, a n*gga flinch
that dude in the air, yeah, that’s a stench
you n*ggas broke, ain’t got no chip
they in the county tryna flip
i drop a bounty, get him flipped
twenty*eight grams, i get him zipped
they writin’ statements, givin’ tips
she can’t even take the tip, we on that car, spray paint the whip
i’m catchin’ flights, i’m takin’ risks
tryna take his life, won’t make a diss
just call me coach, i’ll send a blitz
better lace your kicks, you drop a diss
i’m smokin’ “shh”, b*tch, rest in p*ss
i know his mama p*ssed (ha)
ain’t finna ride back and forth, i’ll let this choppa spit
stupid*ass n*gga don’t use his mind, i’ll put racks on top of it
dog sh*t, i got racks on racks, my opps ain’t stoppin’ sh*t
uh*huh, my opps ain’t stoppin’ nothin’ (uh*uh)
i’ll still go get the money (go)
still’ll drill, still’ll put a b*tch n*gga under
i’ll still’ll put a b*tch on the plane with a whole hundred
b*tch, i’ll still hit that road with that load to get them hundreds
b*tch, i’ll have them slimes to wipe your nose like it’s runnin’ (blatt)
still sippin’ syrup like it ain’t f*ckin’ with my stomach (uh, uh)
still hit that neck like a animal, make her tell me when she cummin’ (uh, uh, uh)
still skrrt fast sh*t, that [?] two hunna, uh
i made him mad when i had took that trip to johnny
b*tch, these ain’t no si diamonds, switch sound like designer (flrrt, flrrt, flrrt)
i ain’t beefin’ in no comments, i’ll be tryna solve the problem
n*gga think he hard, i know we harder
look at my diamonds, these sh*ts water (b*tch, i’m*)
b*tch, i’m still trappin’ bags, n*gga, you can place your order(get him out of there)
he don’t want no smoke with 4 ’cause that p*ssy can’t afford it (p*ssy)
b*tch, i’m the one that’s gon’ blow the smoke and them n*ggas gon’ avoid it, uh (uh)
see how these diamonds hit, lil’ ho, you can’t ignore it (b*tch)
[outro: stunna 4 vegas]
i hold up these cuban links, like free my brothers out them chains, n*gga
gang member, they heard stunna be with paid k!llers
b*tch n*gga play, it’s murder, nah, i ain’t hurtin’, but i pop paink!llers
just gave my brother some shovels, we some gravediggers (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

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