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big homiie g - wtf is dodges lyrics

[chorus]
drop that sh+t, t+head

[chorus]
f+ck it, i’m goin’ in (in)
want a verse from me? that’s a hard ten
can’t forget the day i lost elo, i ain’t have no heart since
[?], won’t catch me goin’ back and forth with you, won’t do no arguin’ (nah)
sippin’ on this juice, i’m super focused, but i’m noddin’ (noddin’)
b+tches always f+ckin’ n+ggas over and sayin’ they sorry (i’m sorry)
i respect your game, just not a lame, baby, i’m [?] ([?])
f+ck her, then i feed her, give her a number three from dodges (here)
she ain’t from the city, she like, “what the f+ck is dodges?” (what?)

[verse 1]
pull up to the backdoor of my show strapped with a carbon (brr)
the youngest n+gga with me probably got him like four bodies (bodies)
we ain’t nothin’ but four months in this year, this sh+t get ugly (ooh)
better fix your face, n+gga, or get k!lled for all that muggin’ (baow)
soon as i started buzzin’, i saw the flaws from my cousin (d+mn)
they just can’t believe how i made somethin’ out of nothin’ (d+mn)
i just ’bout fifty in my mouth, these diamonds clutchin’ (cheese)
i just did a show in my city, these n+ggas pluckin’ (b+tch)
actin’ like it’s smoke with me, see me and don’t do nothin’ (nothin’)
on stage in these polo drawls, my strap got a b+tton (brr)
f+ck around and risk it all, play me with me in public (in public)
sh+t gon’ be ugly (sh+t gon’ be ugly)
[chorus]
f+ck it, i’m goin’ in (in)
want a verse from me? that’s a hard ten
can’t forget the day i lost elo, i ain’t have no heart since
[?], won’t catch me goin’ back and forth with you, won’t do no arguin’ (nah)
sippin’ on this juice, i’m super focused, but i’m noddin’ (noddin’)
b+tches always f+ckin’ n+ggas over and sayin’ they sorry (i’m sorry)
i respect your game, just not a lame, baby, i’m [?] ([?])
f+ck her, then i feed her, give her a number three from dodges (here)
she ain’t from the city, she like, “what the f+ck is dodges?” (what?)

[verse 2]
i hear you just got piped off my life, i been like this (yeah)
i don’t accept apologies, got a ap on my wrist (ooh)
versace jacket cost a band and hit right with my kicks (d+mn)
i just need you to listen when i start poppin’ my sh+t (be quiet)
i might just want it more than you, maybe that’s why i’m winnin’ (i’m winnin’)
and i can’t take no more losses ’round me, that’s why i’m sinnin’ (yeah)
i keep on buyin’ steamers for the hood and tell ’em, “spin” (spin)
i might go really drop twenty from the bank, f+ck off a ten (f+ck it)
and spend it all on guns, i’m tryna hit you ‘fore you come (brr)
and sit right there, act like i don’t know you, then just playin’ dumb (uh)
stackin’ up this money just incase the feds come (come)
you snitchin’ if you get a fed bond (n+gga)

- big homiie g lyrics

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