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dolla capone - who next lyrics

how you a driller boy but your telling
these n+ggas be capping you know that they running
when gsng pop out bet we shake the room
p+ssy n+gga be capping in all his raps
promise
we ain’t stopping till we hear the sirens
choppa spray why the n+gga lying
grab the 40 boy i know you didn’t
hurd they mad cuz we always spinning
(smoke on nookie)
n+ggas be chatting till they turn to smoke
spinned one block we spinning one more
said you bringing one chop bet we bringing 3 more
and i ain’t gonna beef wit a n+gga who’s pillow talking to a b+tch that be sucking on me
all these n+ggas is frauds (stop it)
had your b+tch l!cking b+lls (dot sh+t)
and you know that we stomping on that dead b+tch (ha stupid)
hurd that hе talking bout me tell em movе out the way (n+gga move out the way)
how is you beefing with me when your in and out of state (how)
ain’t you leave your set ?
choppas ripped his chest
they still wondering why we beefing with n+ggas (why)
cuz we left kaseem ass for the dead
move b+tch
n+ggas know we moving ruthless
left right to the dome leave him toothless
couple bullets to the head leave him clueless
thought he was dead but he just having mood swings
i hurd lil (moody) back from the dead
stood over him put two in his head
mama was crying cuz boo wasn’t dead
attended the funeral out one in the (bow bow)
f+ck that n+gga cuz i hurd he dead
f+ck that n+gga let’s go spin again
i put my trust in my n+ggas (yo dot)
i bet he don’t trust his own k!llers (not at all)
love his guys but he’ll snake his own n+ggas (weirdos)
on bro we ain’t f+cking with n+ggas (we not)
send shots so we can go k!ll all your n+ggas
bend blocks bet you ain’t gon make it to dinner
smoke (smoke)
smoke him (smoke him)
high as a kite gsng might go smoke you
addicted to pipes burn sh+t like a toaster
and we still droppin rakes
we up the score tell pick up the pace
catch em we wack em throw shots is face
use spin wit 30 now i spin wit a drac
use tote in a f+nny now i tote on my waist
rip floxk we going to war
they took lil bro so i’m feening to score
catch a makk or a folk he get put on board
try to come to sides left his head on the floor
fell inlove wit the stain
mama i’m sorry been clutching that thang
cus no i can’t go
can’t end shhh he got left wit his pole
tiny g baxk out nd shoot through the coat
no i don’t box
he try to spin cato pass me the flock
uppin the rake you get shot wit ya pops
380 on hip and this sh+t not a prop
don’t lack on dat corner cus we got the drop

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