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s.dot – ooouuu lyrics

[verse]
from chiraq throw ya hoods up
and when it’s time to drill n-gg-s put up
say i got that stick not no nunchucks
a thousand on some balmain thats a lil some
i been gang banging since a lil one
and free my lil bro 9 he a real one
load them 30s load them 50s we’ll drill some
i’m tired of faking i’m tired of n-gg-s it’s a build up
and i don’t want no pint if it ain’t sealed up (lean)
the gang treat me like they brothers like we real bloods
put his -ss some bands for my lil son
told jaja dada going brazy till that deal come
i’m just gone keep f-cking up their ear drums
we only tote them glizzys not no lil guns
i do some shows i do some features call that lil funds
don’t test my patience 2 2 3 you’ll feel some
i just took a xanny i don’t feel none
b-tch i just want some top this ain’t no real love
they thought i wasn’t on sh-t i know they feel dumb
adapted to the street sh-t now i feel numb
my broski snooz said f-ck em get this bread up
you just drop 3 much f-ck they heads up
they disrespecting and we gone slide that’s what them vans for
duwop gang 485 that’s what i stand for
aye yo broski why they tweaking with me
like they don’t know i always keep that heater with me
can’t speak about them bodies in case them people hear me
why n-gg-s front they move like they beefin with me
catch you loafing send some shots at ya
finesse him make em lay it down like a carpenter
they cuffin on these thots i ain’t no officer
you took her shopping bruh
i get the top from her
i don’t show no love for no thots
i just love to trap out they spots
off a percocet it got me high
smoking on a dutchie fulla oppz
i don’t talk to snitches or the cops
man knock it off a brewfurd i am not
use to have them 50’s in my crouch
now i hop out that new thang when i park
who say i ain’t the realest what you off
if these n-gg-s ain’t p-ssy what you call em
that savage sh-t i get it from my pops
we drill with them extendeds we call em mops
p-ssy we got rugers and them glocks
and f-ck a vest we aiming for your top
we gone do our thang you hit our block
i’ma kill the game this year just watch

- s dot lyrics

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