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dubzi - scars lyrics

[produced by matteronthebeat]
it don’t even matter yuh!

[hook: dubzi] (x4)
got some scars from my ex+b+tch, so i can’t trust a b+tch
leave the checks with my new chick, yeah she love that sh+t
got the diamonds they go stupid, cubans freezin’ sh+t
man this money is a nuisance, how i’m gettin it

[verse 1: dubzi]
all this money in my pocket, got me smokin’ on exotic
lately i’ve been countin’ money, sh+t done turned into a hobby
take a flight across the world, just to eat some food exotic
higher than a f+ckin’ plane, like i’m smokin’ with a pilot
all this money in my pocket, got me smokin’ on exotic
lately i’ve been countin’ money, sh+t donе turned into a hobby
take a flight across the world, just to еat some food exotic
higher than a f+ckin’ plane, like i’m smokin’ with a pilot
i live my best life, smokin’ zaza, gettin’ head so i can sleep tight
yeah, i was broke before but now i eat right
f+ck a hater in the comments i’m gon’ sleep light
i can’t rest when i want commas, i don’t feel right
if you not making no money that’s a stale night
counting all my recent blessings like they came twice
heard you know your position, so play the game right
turned this b+tch into a party like its game night
[hook: dubzi] (x2)
got some scars from my ex+b+tch, so i can’t trust a b+tch
leave the checks with my new chick, yeah she love that sh+t
got the diamonds they go stupid, cubans freezin’ sh+t
man this money is a nuisance, how i’m gettin it

[verse 2: noah mathews]
yeah, yeah, y’all don’t really want the smoke
i’ve been on the throne certified, the titles stacking
desert eagle leave a suit stained, opps intercept it like i’m mike vick passin’
this model ain’t for the runway, i put bulletholes in any type of fashion
i been moonwalking, if you step wrong ima light these squares up like i’m michael jackson
treat a building like a jersey how i run up in it, mac gon’ make ya vitals flatten
got the seiko platted with the capital in this pro era, no survival tactics
enemy gon’ catch a round, glock got the ammo ready for who try attackin’
silencer on the barrel, i been on a k!lling spree with homicidal madness
yeah, i did it for dubzi, trophy line up with the ws, see
tackle opps with the mac+11 in the crib under where the rug be
the game i run that, i spray the gun caps, the pay is one track, now they don’t want that
it’d be over if you aim at matter if a soldier tryna get the crew involved
leavin’ havoc, we pursue the mob, in the optic vision with the ruga locked
on ya block boy we just shoot em all, these hot boys fear the goons to ball
genie in the coupe, drive+by with the full clip and the fumes, we off
party in the hills, i got shawty buggin’ over karats like i’m bruno mars
zoned out, had to get my mind right, heard they gettin’ sour when they see me in the limelight
yuh, whole new tier this a fine line, king pen, raising the stakes, its prime time
marathoning while y’all running in place, jack of all trades with a cup of that ace
i came from the mud, got no dirt on my name, when it comes to the bank better cut to the chase
on a jet with my circle we round trippin, we both heavyweights but the pounds different
got a model shawty with the gown fitted, and my pencil don’t mess with no clown business
i run it up but i’m never the runner up, studio base where they know that the troubles up
racks like the warriors here for the double up, y’all talking hits while i just dropped another one
chef fill the can for whenever they bubble up, they’re digging ways to the graves that i shoveled up
boutta get booked cuz i read behind cover+ups, y’all into runnin’ but still never knuckle up

- dubzi lyrics

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