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dizzy wright - can't trust'em (remix) [feat. jarren benton] lyrics

yeah, f-ck these n-gg-s, i don’t trust these n-gg-s
pull the knife out the ak, and cut these n-gg-s
put the knife back on the ak, i throw the ak away,
i get the nunchuck and nunck these n-gg-s
i am, out of my mind, jarren, you gon’ really sniff all of those lines?
where the f-ck were you when i was out on my grind?
stress bout to blow my brains out of my spine
insane in the membrane, sick with the pen game, y’all n-gg-s been lame
frickin’ f-ggot, gagged and f-cked in the -ss like the gimp did ving rhames
eastside tyrant, little bit of vibe when i flee from the sirens
i hit a n-gg- in the leg with a tire iron,
and crack him in the f-cking skull with a fire hydrant
i’m a beast, i’m a god, i’m a killer, i’m a pimp, and i walk with a limp
you’re a geek, you’re a lame, you’re a b-tch, you’re a f-g, b-tch you talk with a lisp
like “hey dizz, with the (?), always (?) feeling, wanna party”
meanwhile, i’m with your f-cking baby mom at the drive-thru at hardy’s
she say “yeah, i thought you were ballin'”, b-tch you see the hardy’s at arby’s
bougie -ss trick still let a n-gg- hit, so i f-cked her in the back of an rv
what up to my n-gg- named dizzy, hoes throw the p-ssy at a n-gg- like a frisbee
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s gon’ hate, better load up the guns,
till the p-ssy -ss n-gg-s come kill me, feel me
chop ya, body up, put it in my locker, freeze it, cook it, put it in my pasta
the chopper go ‘brah’ in your mouth like banaca, drop ya,
call the f-cking coroners and doctors
duct tape and rape ya, as-salāmu `alayk-m, killers from jamaica,
they gon’ let you meet your maker
funk volume b-tch, we don’t need a f-cking major,
mr benton sickest motherf-cker from decatur

i can’t trust none of these n-gg-s
can’t trust none of these hoes
i’m killing sh-t
so i’m chilling with a marijuana cloud and my bros
they talking sh-t but we talking goals
gettin’ money that’s all i know
in this sh-t and i been the sh-t
and i did this sh-t all on my own

okay, they let me loose and i’m at it
b-tch i’m noose neckin’ this rap sh-t
got a gang of hoes on my matress
you a b-tch n-gg-, you manson
man i’m too much for you n-gg-s
i could murder you on yo own song
give my flow some turbo
end up breakin n-gg-s like o-zone
kill a n-gg- quicker than a mili to his temple
drag his f-ckin’ body beneath the 2 cylinder
you too weak, and me i’m too villainous
ain’t sh-t safe b-tch i ain’t through killin’ it
b-tch i’m hard as i do claim, b-tch i’m harder than you claim
i get on anybody’s song and make that sh-t part of my food chain
boom, bang, bang, boom, b-tch back, back better gimme some room
i got a wild mind, i’m on a million shrooms
codeine cups look like a million prunes
i’m ill, and i want it, those two deadly components
anything i’m in, i always win
can’t even picture havin’ opponents
b-tch!

they done f-cked up, fetch the bong
remix b-tch i’m extra on
i’m rollin weed, overseas
funk volume b-tch we finna set the tone
can’t trust ’em, f-ck it, put em’ in a bucket
wanna see my d-ck so you could hug it?
came a long way for n-gg-s to f-ck with me the long way
independent on the motherf-cking budget
man i’m never putting this mic down, right now it’s my lifestyle
change your lives on a high cloud, i got marijuana all in my white owl
so the hoes wanna hit it,
n-gg-s get to witness the b-tches that really groupie for a livin’
i’m at the show, she at the front, now she at the hotel trying to get the motherf-ckin’ business
hold up, hold up, why everybody on my d-ck?
is it cause i rip songs, hit bongs,
with hit songs and n-gg-s wonder how i’m getting on like this
d-mn, find another lover
can’t trust ’em cause we tired of each other
brother, las vegas will never have another
tell xxl want the motherf-ckin’ cover

- dizzy wright lyrics

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