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dominic fike - not a word lyrics

[verse 1: dominic fike]
smokin’ that gateway drug
gate a, grade a bud in the bag
you tryna match?
well, that’s twenty five for the one and the half
skip to point five, i don’t give a f-ck, know the joint rhyme
you want a discount? well does this count?
loincloth, d-ck out
here i go, laughin’ again
my bad, i took a six-pack to my abdomen, b-tch
adamin who? which ho was i after again?
doesn’t matter ’cause i think i’m lookin’ at her (there she goes)
i told her deepthroat my ego and i’ll bust on your persona
but i won’t eat your demeanor
i’ll m-ssage your feet and sleep over
’cause i got trust issues?
nah, i’m just a f-ckin’ -sshole
with a twisted mind and a black soul for the demons
roll with the heaters for a minute, now i’m back
and i’m sinnin’ for a plaque or some sh-t
my n-gg-, young n-gg- from the ’95, live from h-ll
i’m five foot twelve, underground but alive and well
i am crack rock, break me down
my lines gon’ sell like fish scale
real sh-t, i spent time in jail
chico rolled a tree up as soon as he re-up and we up
burn off another
we crossin’ over sias and kias
ashes, but you p-ss it to me
i’m in jackson’s whip in the p-ssenger seat
if my mama knew, then she would actually m-ssacre me
i got cl-ss in twenty, hol’ up, pack this for me
this practice told me this beat is a practice dummy
wait a minute, i made a k!lling
that means i made a villain, i’m a villain
please explain this feeling in the ceiling while you at it
these hoes is addicts, they lookin’ like [?] is that?
told ’em “drop the wayne brady act
and take it to the brain and back, b-tch”
ain’t my n-gg-s, told your n-gg-s who the main attraction

[bridge: dominic fike & slyte]
what was their reaction?
not a word, yeah
my n-gg-, not a word (mic check!)
not a mothaf-ckin’ word
slide up in this mothaf-cka
yeah, check it, yeah

[verse 2: slyte]
uh, slytework back in the cut again
i’m with the brother, them from different mother, them, yeah
cooler than your ac, slick
but quick to plug the oven in
simmer down for a while then i catch another wind
oh, you don’t like attention? i slap your b-tt again
go call your daddy and papi, i’ll slap him out his cardigan
leave him trippin’ and trippin, oh what, you took the fall again?
oh my, what a sight, i bet she’d call again (ring, ring)
but i’m tired of your missus, she miss when i do the dishes
but never will i swallow the squaller she’s still dishin’
i dipped in, called my n-gg-s up like “ayy, what up ken?”
i’m just scoping out for babies pokin’ like a pushpin (yeah)
i’m like, well, sh-t, what up then?
i got that thing of good gin
get ’em both together, get the pedal and the [?]
b-tch, you ’bout whatever, act [?]
goin’ for the gold, i know she know she see me lookin’
yeah, i know she know she see me lookin’
but never will i ever take the bait
i know she [?]’, b-tch
b–tch!

[outro: slyte]
yeah, l$g, slyte
act like we don’t know what the f-ck it is, bruh

- dominic fike lyrics

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