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doc gruesome - uma thurman lyrics

[chorus: doc gruesome]
hittin’ ’em on the hip, i ain’t lackin’ if my brother hurtin’
post up with my chick, she always with me, get that gun to workin’
been about that sh+t, only one that got my back for certain
bad little b+tch with a blade, call her uma thurman (ayy)
call her uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman (ayy)
b+tch! bad b+tch with a blade like she uma thurman (ayy)
just like she uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman
f+ck around and you’ll get slayed playin’ with uma thurman

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
bad b+tch in all yellow and it’s like that (ayy!)
toss a brick down to my b+tch and i get twice back (ayy!)
take her home, i got the inside of her thighs wet
beat her f+cking p+ssy ass so good i need a price check
she got a straw up in her nose, her panties round her toеs
it’s pulp fiction when i’m d+cking this b+tch down and goin’ off
i’m goin’ raw f+ckin’ in a pool of blood and alcohol
it’s my b+tch who got a problem, stomp your motherf+ckin’ jaw
p+ssy boy! you don’t want a problеm dude
you hit him with a hollow tip, he see right through you
don’t n0body really want to get it with the doc
got a loaded ar and i might just shoot you
so i’m staying with my b+tch, she quick to suck my d+ck
it always kind of you for pitchin’ bad b+tches while
[chorus: doc gruesome]
hittin’ ’em on the hip, i ain’t lackin’ if my brother hurtin’
post up with my chick, she always with me, get that gun to workin’
been about that sh+t, only one that got my back for certain
bad little b+tch with a blade, call her uma thurman (ayy)
call her uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman (ayy)
b+tch! bad b+tch with a blade like she uma thurman (ayy)
just like she uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman (ayy)
f+ck around and you’ll get slayed playin’ with uma thurman

[verse 2: ztarve]
bad little b+tch, yellow jumpsuit just like uma thurman
she suckin’ my d+ck and she takin’ my sperm in
i got me a heater, not talkin’ ’bout furnace
i’m choppin’ your head and your limbs and it hurtin’
f+ck what you earnin’, money my purpose
black mamba the way that i’m slicing
coming for vengeance the way that i’m fighting
chomp down, my b+tch always down
she carry a sword in her purse all around
don’t look at my eyes ’cause that sh+t’s full of h+ll
you see that i’m comin’ and makin you frown
you don’t want+want no problems, b+tch is a monster
she give me some head then shoot at your mama
shoot at your concert, f+ck what you talkin’, you don’t really want this (hey!)
you don’t+don’t want no smoke, hang your body on top of the rope
you talkin’ that sh+t when i buy that new gun
you feel what i say ’cause i’m realer than most
i talk to the goats, i hang with my folks
i know you a b+tch from the sh+t that you post
allow me to sip and the evil implodes
if you come around me then your ass finna fold
[chorus: doc gruesome]
hittin’ ’em on the hip, i ain’t lackin’ if my brother hurtin’
post up with my chick, she always with me, get that gun to workin’
been about that sh+t, only one that got my back for certain
bad little b+tch with a blade, call her uma thurman (ayy)
call her uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman (ayy)
b+tch! bad b+tch with a blade like she uma thurman (ayy)
just like she uma thurman (ayy), call her uma thurman (ayy)
f+ck around and you’ll get slayed playin’ with uma thurman

- doc gruesome lyrics

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