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dirty dom x flea - chiraq (remix) lyrics

(dirty dom)
harrison n-gga known to keep it on em’
can’t trust a b-tch got me sleeping lonely, i ain’t rob nothin’ i ain’t shot nothin’ all you p-ssy n-ggas quit snitchin’ on me
beat it up i’m not a drummer, trappin field i’m not a runna’
kd i can make it thunda, got me riding round’ with them bounty hunters
red rag on a red b-tch i’m making movies like brad pitt
jump out hit that k!ll switch, you ain’t with the sharks you a dead fish
tip toeing i’m on the line, shooters with me that’s all the time
my n-gga strapped his n-gga strapped that’s a triple that cause i’m blazing mine
get it in like a drug lord, i’ma take mine n-gga f-ck yours
jump out waving that .44 if you ain’t scared whatchu run for?
westside till i d.i.e my gang hustle like t.i.p
them banana clips real b.i.g it’s ludachris how we d.c.p
hold a lotta money outta’ a short grind
f-ck a lotta b-tches in a short time, when i’m in the p-ssy say it’s all mine, till they don’t f-ck with n-ggas and they all lying
lil work with a lot of climb, tryna’ rob and wave that’s a rough time
got them collard greens and the ice cream come shop with me feel best buy
big dawg i’ma call your bluff, hop out waving them choppas’ up
ain’t’ no sparing you when i air the dude
call ya’ big homie let’em know what’s up

i’ma block boy cause i burn it up
harrison ave. know you heard of us, all we breed is them trap n-ggas, them burglars and them murderers
i’ma block boy cause i burn it up x2

(flea)
i’m young flea, the same n-gga who was on way with the long braids, met some real n-ggas through real k!llas’ when i was downtown i was gonna haze that was way back, i mean way back, before i made tracks and i was on stage, i moved up top that’s when i met {?} i started sellin’ weed cause i wanted jays
that was 05′ maybe 06′ i was only 12 don’t know the grades
talkin’ out of line we don’t chat chat it go blap blap call it setbacks, don’t forget that you hear a cl1ck-clack leave you flat jack take a sack nap, cause these macs that i backpack can take you back back like low fades
i told momma don’t never cry, she was stressed at night cause we ain’t’ had sh-t dinner time eating french toast cause that was round’ the time my dad split and that was round’ the time i was savage
one p-ssy n-gga not a tad bit, i run it, i was selling chronic and my sister picked up that habit
nowa’ days it’s straight guns these young bucks don’t wanna fight, momma keeps a stack at the house cause them {?}
i remember back when i was down bad, didn’t give a f-ck whata’ soul say, i had the even steven with a low fade
i was f’ed up like low grades, had to take some time off
can’t get used to these new cats, i take a strip and do it the same way neena did it and new jack
i know ol’ heads i’m not a new jack, see i’ve been here, i’m not a new bag
haven’t talked to em’ in a while, i’m just gettin’ my groove back, they try and throw me under the sun like i ain’t’ got och and jay that’ll come get it done
they gas me up so f-ck it, i’ma come with the pump, these tec i’ma express em’ a lesson, like he run with the clumps chump
they shoulda’ told you you ain’t f-cking with us, i’m livest {?}
it was done in a month, it’s said and it’s done, i could put some bread in ya son
have a l1ck get you done if i sell em’ some puff
why these n-ggas actin they can see flea, that’s why your wifey got my album on repeat, like i wasn’t 19 in a gt
these n-ggas gonna be 35 with a cheat sheet

- dirty dom x flea lyrics

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