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dnd key - no diss song lyrics

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we’ont pass out disses only thing we passin’ is them toe tags
switches on me, every clip hold 50 it anit no pro mags
let shots off inside the club everybody runnin’ anit no slow dance
bro nem spin yo block just like a track it anit no slow jam
who want smoke? “no opp from the city” yeah thats what bro said
i can’t stop till i hit a milly still want more bread
she just gave me top until i finished but i want more head
opps keep dissing me i guess them f+ck n+ggas want some more lead
opps keep dissing me i guess them f+ck n+ggas want more dead

if you a rapper and you anit like that get in a jam then they go fed
that’s the reason i don’t talk to n+ggas same reason i don’t post what i did
i post like i was here but the whole time i was there
thinking yo b+tch is really loyal nah i hit her i made her pay me
f+cked her wit a rubber never let no b+tch ass hoe play me
they like why why, don’t ask too many questions that gun go fye fye
bring her to the crib no phones allowed don’t ask for the wi+fi
catch em tryna run man that switch done ate his blind side
opps be dissing us like they was cats like they got nine lives
pop out wit that switch like y’all was dissing now it’s die time
y’all n+ggas took dee this get back real i’m like it’s our time

f+ck that n+gga this anit no diss song
every time i smoke i say its ky and i play this song
n+ggas on my d+ck get off my d+ck y’all turn that b+tch on
already hit that b+tch her sh+t was foo she made my d+ck soft, (f+ck you n+gga)
it anit about the hoe just keep the sl+t yeah yeah
you really p+ssed me off you said f+ck my brother and f+ck my cousin
trey know i’m really bout this shi i don’t give a f+ck in public
if i had a p.o i don’t give a f+ck i bet i’m steady clutching
jay was smart to use a b+tch to k!ll my cousin
theses n+ggas know they wasn’t cut they couldn’t touch em
but we got back and left they b+tch ass mommas without nothing
she steady crying like where her son don’t say his name cause he coming, (b+tch)



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