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dimzy - bun di fire lyrics

hook: chip
yeah
pop the coat let it bubble then living life through my brothers dem pretty friends tryna cover them money stack tryna double bread guns are there can we bun it then
bun di fire upon the f+ckers dem
living life through my brothers dem
money stack tryna double bread

verse 1: dimzy
aighh
money stacking tryna double bread got my more waps and some longer breads
cali buds im tryna get all of dem high as f+ck i hardly slept
i’m chasing chеques your broke as f+ck and your chasing rex (your tappеd)
and i hate the feds they lurk on us like every sec working tryna get a number one lost a wap brought another one then i went and got another one your still tryna find you one
it’s a cash moto like a chip and dem run a graft yeah we’re working men i just made racks and so more racks your still scr+ping pounds for a ammi bendz

verse 2: sj
steppin out with my brothers dem forty step with dat shh— extend (yo dippy) young ni++as loading up lugers don’t let the music confuse it (chip shoulder) the cats dem jump like pumas gangs spent stacks on judas (bling) barbecue settings raise cali smoke on woiyoi (woiyoi) no one day step mans drilling for days (hookers) saving mccoy man stuck in my ways (chef him) link no names for my bottle of wray’s bust champagne get more champagne juggin juggin like im loose (monkey) i ain’t tryna bang up on dem twos (f+ck jail) f+ck the papers f+ck the news (f+ck dem) man’s still drilling dats the truth (my pop off)

hook: chip
pop the coat let it bubble then living life through my brothers dem pretty friends tryna cover them money stack tryna double bread guns are there can we bun it then
bun di fire upon the f+ckers dem
living life through my brothers dem
money stack tryna double bread
verse 3: chip
high grade (ay) my wave (ay) but i got the tings there too (facts) grew up in tings and boots (brrrghh) probably got your tings in the booth late nights (vamping) youtube (ay) oh my these spitters look iffy (cap) who’s dat sounding like dimzy turn him off he ain’t sixty (brrghh) pop the corn let it bubble pray 67 stay outta trouble s said he got the darg no muzzle i say grab the gyal and let’s bubble
thotties wanna ask about wedding days link must be a wedding cake
chicks know i bring h+lla waves nectars rose in and we celebrate

pop the coat let it bubble then living life through my brothers dem pretty friends tryna cover them money stack tryna double bread guns are there can we bun it then
bun di fire upon the f+ckers dem
living life through my brothers dem
money stack tryna double bread

- dimzy lyrics

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