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david dorsey - dummy lyrics

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[verse 1: david dorsey]
i don’t bangs with gang bangers
i can’t f-ck with hoes either
won’t spend bread on gucci clothes
so i pull up in wife beaters

i’m just being me my n-gga
i don’t have to practice it
my whole life is just a picture
don’t know what the caption is

i ain’t trippin’ over n-ggas
i ain’t switching for no hoes
i ain’t talking to the opps
and i ain’t rattin’ on my bros

if i b-tch you, you my son
three, two, i am the one
i ball 24/7
3-6-5, twelve months

aye

n-ggas mad cuz tony next
don’t want your p-ssy, just neck
only take cash, no checks
yall n-ggas bums, stop tryna flex

if them n-ggas come for me
i’ll have em drip red like tomatoes
f-ck with me and i might snap
and leave a n-gga dead like thanos

all this ice on my chain
got my neck freezing
if a n-gga run up on me
ima get to squeezing

always keep it real with me
never switch that sh-t up
never play with my money
don’t get it mixed up

i ain’t cuffin’ no hoes
f-ck her then i leave her
that lil b-tch know i’m a dog
i ain’t talkin’ golden retriever

[interlude: david dorsey & mason]
“what’s that?
(don’t worry about it, keep it going! gosh, sorry)”

[outro: david dorsey]
these middletown n-ggas
acting like some real dumb dummies
diamonds shining bright
out here and it’s not sunny

all these b-tches on my d-ck
they are bouncing like bunny’s
call me lil dave
i be gettin’ to the big money

- david dorsey lyrics

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