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410 - pitbulls lyrics

[verse 1: am]
drop-top, headshot when your roof down
a mally with the bally, got a new sound
boop-boop-boop-boop, that’s a tre pound
and now you’re thinking that you should’a never came out
12-gauge dot-dot
chat sh-t, get shot
dis spots got hot, gotta change out
catting for a hot-wok, or a steakhouse
and if my n-gga don’t eat, i’ma spray rounds
and if my n-gga got beef, then it’s my war
how many n-ggas in your set would you die for? (grr)
and if your n-gga got shot, would you shoot back?
you got a gun, but you don’t know how to use dat

[chorus: am & chief keef]
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own
it’s best that you leave me alone
my bro got his watch from sierra leone (diamonds)
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own (b-tch)
it’s best that you leave me alone (leave me, baby)
my bro got his watch from sierra leone

[verse 2: chief keef & am]
you got a trap but don’t know how to get it jumpin’
you in a fast car, but don’t even know how to push it (skrr, skrr)
i’m in a fast car (skrr, skrr), getting t; like i’m pusha
you say you a k!ller (skrr, skrr), but now we gotta push ya’
two 30’s under tee, like i’m booker
slide on ya late night, like a hooker (two 30’s)
send my young boy to smoke you like a hookah (wah)
they gon’ think that he a chef when he cook ya’ (bow–baby)
pick a chopstick up, and chop you like a butcher
take the magazine, now we pluggin’ like it’s hooked up
you be shootin’ in the air like your sh-t looked up (b-tch)
let it go ’til ain’t no more like my sh-t booked up (diamonds)

[verse 3: skengdo]
they’re like, “skeng, you better calm down”
your gonna end up locked or rottin’ in the ground (rotting)
but they know i can’t stop; i gotta make the pound (no, no, no)
old school, out the window, wouldn’t make a sound (shh, shh, shh)
h-lla man chatty, yeah, they’re b-tches
the b-tches, tellin’ me i should do kissing (no, no)
she’s mythin’
only the cash i’d be lipsing (true)
the big ting, she shoves it in her mouth—she ain’t thinkin’
dem man der fear the kitchen (true)
but that’s cool cah the corn game is different (bow, bow)
you don’t wanna see my dargs when we risen (no, you don’t)
you don’t wanna see my dargs when we risen (bow)

[chorus: am]
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own
it’s best that you leave me alone
my bro got his watch from sierra leone (diamonds)
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own
it’s best that you leave me alone
my bro got his watch from sierra leone (diamonds)

[verse 4: am]
gimme one chance, gimme one chance
shouts drake but, i don’t need one dance
need a big red bone, wid’ the bumboclaat
and hometime, if she can’t hold firearms (no, no)
i don’t f-ck with that b-tch, if that b-tch is lame
the only reason she about cah’ she givin’ brain (noddy)
and she a ten-out-of-ten, then i’m running game
and i attempt to catch a m, it’s in my f-cking name
i attempt to catch a m, it’s in my f-cking name
i attempt to catch a m, it’s in my f-cking name
and she a ten-out-of-ten, then i’m running game (rrr)
and i attempt to catch a m, it’s in my f-cking name
i was upsuh, billin’ up; billin’ up grub
i’m a shotta, living up in the gutter
with a rasta
spinner up, helicopter
then i f-cked up
hit and run, i got sucked up

[chorus: am]
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own
it’s best that you leave me alone
my bro got his watch from sierra leone
diamonds
mind how you talk on the phone
my two pitbulls walk around on their own
it’s best that you leave me alone
my bro got his watch from sierra leone
diamonds

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