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dimzy - profit lyrics

verse 1: youngs teflon
i’m bad at being good (bad at being good) im good at being bad (good at being bad)
pull with the gs hood up in the streets put him in the bag (put him in the bag) grip him down anytime he saw me i was pulling off a tag
put it on the scales wrap it in the cling push it in the bag (we got it, we got it)
i run with the tugs (tugs) i never sang songs with the choir downing with the renvela
n+ggas going on tour but it’s fire (fire)
anytime we drive back ran through dem sides you didn’t hear nuttin but tyres (neow, neow)
two+two suttin got five we don’t talk ads on the wire
styling and pattеrn (argh) i really wanna spend time up hatton but first i gotta sort out ninеs for the k!lly dem they ain’t tryna slide with batons this year i ran through so many ls i make it back in sales i said this year i ran through so many girls it’s mad how my tings ain’t swell

hook: dimzy
aighhh
i should be living like the profit (profit) but i’m too focused on the profit (racks) and i just cop me a new rocket (rocket) and i still wanna cop more rockets (waps) yeah i make cake bands take your ls bounce back fast money like sonic (fast money)
bro got the bust down dancing walked in the party everything frosting (brrrghh!)
and i don’t really like parties p+ss off my squad then everything’s locking the waps on sight we don’t mind popping told my little bro please ‘lock it’ (lock dat, bro)
big clips dat my family step with hand tings pocket, rockets (pocket one) my n+gga love pressin dat dotty so much like give him the reason to pop it (bow)

verse 2: blade brown
like! let me give them some history (way back) my old school days are risky (i swear)
had a couple good nights but a couple dem fifty+fifties (couple close ones, couple close ones)
like the p+ssio l!cked two shots and missed me (d+mn!) my back going down there ain’t a mystery (nah) had a watch on my wrist like sixty (like more than that)
add another ten call the link in and add another skeng (yeah, another one) blocka+blocka for my bruddas dem (my brothers)
they ain’t even seen the other skeng (the other one)
little suttin dat will smother dem (trust) k!llin trillin with my tugger dem (my tugs) silly movie try to trouble them (trust) body bags is gonna cover them (body bags is gonna cover them) but let me not say too much (shhh)
been jugging for over a decade my ni++a i’m way too up (paid!)
i thought your ni++as all plugged in nah man you play too much (joke ting, joke ting)
my ni++a this ain’t a game, you little ni++as play too much (okay, okay)
hook: dimzy
aighhh
i should be living like the profit (profit) but i’m too focused on the profit (racks) and i just cop me a new rocket (rocket) and i still wanna cop more rockets (waps) yeah i make cake bands take your ls bounce back fast money like sonic (fast money)
bro got the bust down dancing walked in the party everything frosting (brrrghh!)
and i don’t really like parties p+ss off my squad then everything’s locking the waps on sight we don’t mind popping told my little bro please ‘lock it’ (lock dat, bro)
big clips dat my family step with hand tings pocket, rockets (pocket one) my n+gga love pressin dat dotty so much like give him the reason to pop it (bow)

verse 3: dimzy
aighhh
like how do you rap like this? you rap so sick tell me a trick (tell me a trick) i just keep a real on the beat and i speak what i think (aighhh)
used to find it out to save, now i get racks in purple or pink (racks) used to walk with my shank all day , now we got autos, dotties and spins (alla dat)
you don’t want to see the auto in the auto slaying shots like all your collective (grahhh)
32 shot with the clip on the side take the whole crowd too intensive (grahhh), real life sh+t no pretending see man live in the flesh and drench it (splash) got corn for the opps and all their bredrins just pending (bow)
anytime i do road (road) i can’t leave my bl!cky (no) life that i live so risky still make the spinners dem spin like frisbee (spin dat )
gorz put more than thirty on his wrist couldn’t see all the kitties (ghost) get money like g+money i see drippy

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