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dee mula - wtf lyrics

[intro]
h+llo, police? the cop k!llers down here
yeah, they down here, man, come on down there and hurry up, man
people dyin’ down here, hurry up
they shootin’ and sh+t, slappin’ people, they actin’ a fool, man
oh+oh, oh+oh, b+tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n+gga, they breakin’ some rules
oh+oh, oh+oh, b+tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we love you, perc)
n+gga, they breakin’ some rules

[verse]
they know i’m a gangster, so why is they playin’ with me?
lately i been in my bag, locked in my bubble, i’m feelin’ like sandy cheeks
f+ck ’em, n+ggas ain’t shootin’ their gun or nothin’, i’m known for sprayin’ the streets. (grrah)
them n+ggas better be prayin’ ’cause they gon’ meet god that day whenever we meet (ah)
i’m full of them percs, go cut off the heat
i f+ck her four days straight, then kick her out the house (gone), that p+ssy an airbnb
he ain’t no gangster, he know i’ma be on his ass, that’s why he be wearing this ski
tryna hide his face, but that ain’t gon’ help him, ’cause we found out where he stay
i can’t even hide the drac’, this b+tch too big, rex brissett and a maid
her p+ssy so good, i took her off block, baby, please give me one more shot (duh)
baby, please let me come back home, i don’t want them, f+ck all them thots
i went from rags to riches, now i got twenties and fifties
name but titties (dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)
i keep the baddest b+tches, gotta be a nympho way you keep it pretty
i like french tips, get your feet done, i’ma suck ’em while we f+ckin’ (mm, mm, mm, mm)
i’m off these drugs, david ruffin, i went too deep, now she cussin’
n+gga talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ me, n+gga ain’t k!llin’ sh+t, i got switches
n+gga say he gon’ sh+t on me (huh?), but he can’t though, because i won from rich
i been had a bag, ari, pull up, hop out, ferrari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
black truck for all my barbies, which house it is? the party (let’s go, n+gga)
ayy, and a quick look’ll get your b+tch took (skrrt), mean+muggin”ll get you k!lled (boom)
you tryna die for liftin’ your lip?
we ain’t waitin’ in no line, go through the vip (go)
i see these n+ggas done cliqued up, tryna k!ll dude, what the f+ck is they doin’?
they gon’ be mad if i come through hittin’ everything sittin’ next to them (duh, duh, duh, duh, duh)
these n+ggas ain’t havin’ no money, for real, and if they do, they cheap
spend that that sh+t, we ain’t savin’ no money ’round here
my sh+t grow off a tree, ayy, my sh+t comin’ in chunks
can’t even fold that money, this sh+t on the floor
this year, i’m votin’ for trump
pack came in, unload the trunk, i catch my man, unload the pump
girl, you got a big booty, where you get that from, your mama? wanna take you a trip to bahamas and show your ass like madonna, huh?
[outro]
h+llo, police? the cop k!llers down here
yeah, they down here, man, come on down there and hurry up, man
people dyin’ down here, hurry up
they shootin’ and sh+t, slappin’ people, they actin’ a fool, man
oh+oh, oh+oh, b+tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n+gga, they breakin’ some rules
oh+oh, oh+oh, b+tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n+gga, they breakin’ some rules

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