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dobbie - fye lyrics

[intro: h+lly & f+ckdobbie]
real+real+real+real disrespect
turn off that bullsh+t you’re listening to (yeah)
and turn on 12.3 xtremetrap (oh sh+t, i know)
or i’m breaking up with you
f+ck dobbie, i hate that b+tch (d+mn)
we in philly, b+tch (uh+uh+uh)
gettin’ silly, b+tch (the sinister kids)
gang, gang, gang, gang, b+tch
oh, oh, ayy
trap, turn me up just a lil’ bit (da+da+da+da+da)
xtremetrap, ho (da+da+da+da+da, gah)

[verse 1: h+lly]
oh, burn
listen to [?]
extreme like trap and extreme like [?]
it’s h+lly poppin’, b+tch, we makin’ names
oh, f+ck your existence
shoot a politician
b+tch don’t f+ckin’ listen
man, f+ck you and your existence
yeah, i’m xtreme trappin’, i’m a sure thing
yeah, i’m xtreme trappin’, i’m a sure thing
yeah, i’m xtreme trappin’, i’m a sure thing
i [?]
f+f+f+f+f+ck your existence
shoot a politician
b+tch don’t f+ckin’ listen
man, f+ck you and your existence
[verse 2: f+ckdobbie & bo burnout]
get punk, turn up, shake yo’ ass, jump around
get up, destruct, get yo’ feet off the ground
get punk, turn up, shake yo’ ass, jump around
get up, destruct, get yo’ feet off the ground
a+a+all you b+tches are puppets (huh?)
sitting pretty, i flaunt it
no makeup, b+tch, just contacts (uh)
i make a band, then i spend it (spend it)
i’m runnin’ up my checks
pu+pu+put that b+tch to the test (uh+huh)
smoke pressure with that [?]
yeah, you know i do it best
it’s stanky leg, i stomp you out
i’ll smash your face, you ain’t talkin’ now
run up, i throw it down
f+ckdobbie, b+tch, you should check me out
and move, move, move, move
b+tch, let’s move, move, move, move, move (yeah)

[verse 3: bo burnout]
run up with that chop, b+tch, you gotta move
real disrespect, we breakin’ the rules
hit you with [?], kareem abdul
i’m gone with that [?], get smoked like a juul
i act a fool, act a fool
i act a fool, act a fool
i act a fool, act a fool
i act a fool, act a fool (yeah)
real disrespect, i’ma break in your front door
i’m sn+tchin’ your chain and your jordan concords
f+ck what your mama said, she’s a f+ckin’ wh0re
kick you in the face, now your face on the floor
if you’re not in the pit, you’re a b+tch for sure
yeah, i been gettin’ money and you’re still poor
things droppin’ merch back at my f+ckin’ door
got your b+tch at the crib makin’ f+ckin’ p+rn (real disrespect)
hit your b+tch from the back, she wants some f+ckin’ more
f+ck your existence, i shoot politicians (b+tch)
shoot+shoot+shoot politicians (b+tch)
f+ck+f+ck+f+ck your existence (b+tch)
shoot+sh+sh+shoot politicians
f+ck your existence (b+tch)
f+ck your existence (oh)

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