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doomsday freestyle - who buggin? lyrics

[intro: jayoo b]
bow bow bow bow bow

[verse 1: jayoo b & dottyy]
wanna talk about purgin’?
n+ggas be dead, cryin’, hurtin’, showin some greed
???
throat was just burnin’, stop tryna show em
sh+t got you learnin’
you think you wavy? you ’bouta die
i could just see all the pain in ya eyes
jj got shot in the back of his spine
let’s talk about how sha ran on woo lotti on bro n+gga died
kal g spin on my side he got fried
eazy+eazy got shot from behind
like, lola got sent to the sky
smelly got poked and he couldn’t say bye
if i hop out the van with the g i’ma fire
and word to my dead n+ggas threw on the 5
like how the f+ck did i end up on ryer
ev+everyday on the glock i’ma fire
40 start barkin’ sh+t sound like mariah
ass so fat sh+t bounce like a tire
jaydot gon’ bе mad if i run into miyaa
i get to d+ckin’ her down cause shе fire
i get to walkin’ him down like a choir
rpt buggin’ on bro n+ggas lyin’
[chorus: bloodie]
rpt buggin’ on who? grrah, r.i.p woo
we up the snot n+ggas know what we do
bro caught a shot n+ggas shakin’ the zoo, grrah
banga, my brothers i trust
we run outta bullets get beat with the gun
he get+ he get shot n+gga spit up them guts
play with the deads you get put in a blunt
you get sparked like some runts
runnin’ through ??? we cuttin’ through ???
didn’t have a v had to troop on the bus
we+we let it fly we ain’t tossin these guns
we let it bang like the 4th of the month
get+get it in like the 1st of the month
he ’bouta bang on the opps that’s a must
ash to ash you get turned into dust

[verse 2: dottyy & jayoo b]
the bullets they chasin’ him down
bow, the sh+lls they hittin’ the ground
like baby b we gon’ troop to they towns
we walk ’em down on the ground won’t smile
threw a shot got to walkin’ em out
creepin’ the sh+lls while i’m hawkin’ em down
like see a jet and i’m landin’ it down
bullets so big this sh+t knock off his smile
think he a king i’ma knock off his crown
momma she cryin’ she can’t raise her child
i see a crip i’ma clear out the crowd
if he spinnin’ the ??? i’ma blow that sh+t down, what the f+ck?
do you hear when i’m walkin’ em down
if he smokin’ on dot then that boy in a pound
if+if he throw that sh+t up lay ’em down
i know that’s my heart ??? in the ground
[chorus: bloodie]
rpt buggin’ on who? grrah, r.i.p woo
we up the snot n+ggas know what we do
bro caught a shot n+ggas shakin’ the zoo, grrah
banga, my brothers i trust
we run outta bullets get beat with the gun
he get+ he get shot n+gga spit up them guts
play with the deads you get put in a blunt
you get sparked like some runts
runnin’ through ??? we cuttin’ through ???
didn’t have a v had to troop on the bus
we+we let it fly we ain’t tossin these guns
we let it bang like the 4th of the month
get+get it in like the 1st of the month
he ’bouta bang on the opps that’s a must
ash to ash you get turned into dust

- doomsday freestyle lyrics

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