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1 shot dealz - wassup (ryder mix) lyrics

[intro: sosmula]
ryder music
mula!

[chorus: sosmula]
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s? (f-ck outta here)
they dropping dimes, that’s the reason i can’t trust n-gg-s (ring)
what’s up with all these dumb b-tches? (slide)
they lining sh-t up, it’s the reason i can’t trust b-tches (ea)

[verse 1: 1 shot dealz]
uh, death threats in those shoots, cuz, we laugh at ’em (hahaha)
should c-ke static on your block ’til we blast at ’em (babababa!)
grown -ss men be d-ck sucking, you be mad at them
y’all main b-tches, we f-ck ’em all, you the type of dude to go cash at ’em (sucker)
we don’t trick sh-t, i risk it every day for these pesos (cash)
my ryder b-tch’ll go hand to hand if i lay low (what you need?)
she know my 40 up and scream 40 up as my day go
i traveled out of state for them bankrolls
no one way, i get straight c-ke (yolo)
turned 6 to 5, you don’t know sh-t about c-ke flips (fire)
different stints on ’em, you don’t know sh-t about whole bricks
my foreign belt hold my foreign gun and my dope strips
smoking dope weed with my dope b-tch
after bagging up, yeah, the dope thick
like d-mn

[chorus: sosmula & 1 shot dealz]
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s? (f-ck outta here)
they dropping dimes, that’s the reason i can’t trust n-gg-s (ring)
what’s up with all these dumb b-tches? (slide)
they lining sh-t up, it’s the reason i can’t trust b-tches (ea)
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s?
they dropping dime and that the reason i can’t trust n-gg-s (f-ck outta here)
uh, what’s up with all these dumb b-tches?
they setting sh-t up, it’s the reason i can’t trust b-tches
(mula)

[verse 2: sosmula]
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s? (f-ck outta here)
20 bands in my pants, got it stuffed, n-gg- (mula)
i caught a case, i guess i’m out of luck, n-gg- (f-ck outta here)
a bunch of fake n-gg-s can’t keep it a buck, n-gg- (fraud)
i’m cased up, got me back and forth in supreme court (sh-t nothing)
soon as i get the bird, i hit the curb, knock it clean off (mula)
i’m daydreaming, daydream ’bout a mean porsche (still dreaming)
got the big bags, two 15s, we taking all them fiends’ shorts (gimme that, gimme that)
on some real shot, swear to god, man, f-ck these b-tches (f-ck outta here)
bunch of side hoes, they f-ck me then f-ck my n-gg-s (slide)
heard the realest n-gg-s wrote statements (d-mn)
bunch of f-ck n-gg-s, my day one turned agent (mula)

[chorus: sosmula & 1 shot dealz]
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s?
they dropping dime and that the reason i can’t trust n-gg-s (f-ck outta here)
uh, what’s up with all these dumb b-tches?
they setting sh-t up, it’s the reason i can’t trust b-tches (slide)
what’s up with all these f-ck n-gg-s?
they dropping dimes, that’s the reason i can’t trust n-gg-s (f-ck outta here)
what’s up with all these dumb b-tches?
they lining sh-t up, it’s the reason i can’t trust b-tches (mula)

- 1 shot dealz lyrics

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