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don dzy - see you in hell lyrics

i told gang if they turn me a pack
i need 10 in the ash
imma see you in h-ll
i promise these n-ggas is p-ssy
let’s see wat you’d do if we lokked in that
cell

when n-ggas was beefing in school i’m like
p-ssy don’t m4ove
we gon wait for the bell
you dummies be touching y’all food
do a hit and got booked cause
the prints on the sh-lls

n-ggas be talking but n-ggas ain’t shooting tho
she don’t trip when my thumb in her bootyhole
took her too saks
she on snap with her gucci toes
tag an opp than i text him you gucci bro

40 gon buss gave him 8, tarantula
pack touched down flipped it, spatula
shorty she only suck blood dracula
perkies be giving her d-ck when she acting
up

there was a problem so
dzy got rid of it
dumped the clip so the gun i got rid of it
shooters gon shoot
and you needa keep dribbling
think of ya mom and ya dad and ya siblings

ya aunties ya cousins ya uncles
big 9 in the shorts if i move to fast when i step i might stumble
you limp when the glizzy to big but you n-ggas don’t know
you weren’t raised in the jungle
on a regular day ruth chris for the steak
and the lobster the shrimp looking jumbo
puerto rican we feast on mufongo
booty rubs than i finger mutombo
you n-ggas be paying for p-ssy
you for her nails and you pay for her bundles
i pay for the henny she a freak when she drunk tho
the henny the patty no difference
bus a nut she don’t stop she keep l!cking it
run and the bullets gon run through ya ligaments

let’s both put the musik aside
and see if you bout wat you rap in real life
bro got a glizz wit a see through stick and i’m itching too see how it feel like
ain’t no bbs, highpoints n-gga real pipes
i was homeless you ain’t know wat it feel like
preach for the ones with no voixe
i was once with no voice so i know how it go how it feel like

n-ggas be tuff when they ganged up
n-ggas be dolo
i promise they politics
gun residue car wash told em polish it
i skrrt in a v y’all n-ggas never saw me in

i be with the rocket like tracy mcgrady
they catch me again they gon send me to haiti
drum prolly hold like a 100
but lex so humble shooter might spare you wit 80
my brother gon ride ain’t no, no’s ain’t no maybe
yea like tracy mcgrady
they catch me again they gon send me
to haiti
yea
like tracy mcgrady

we got hit but n-ggas ain’t die tho
yea
puff puff p-ss stupid
y’all got hit and ya mans in the sky tho
make that n-gga beg prolly shoot a leg
off the yakk wit my eyes closed

got a lot of spots vitiligo
gots a lot of guns that got took from 5-0

- don dzy lyrics

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