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dusty locane - woo shit lyrics

[intro: dusty locane]
a lot of these n+ggas really don’t be on sh+t
they be talkin’ all that rah rah, they don’t pull up
woo
look

[pre+verse: dusty locane]
i’m really wildin’
i’m for the violence
don’t play, look
don’t play, look
said i’m really wildin’
i’m for the violence
don’t play, look

[verse: dusty locane]
i’ma switch it up for these f+ck n+ggas now
i done seen a lot of sh+t, yeah i’m really holdin’ on that trey pound
dusty loc’ ain’t no regular n+gga in these streets
i am really for the beef, don’t play ’round, you can talk to me
you gon’ see a different vibe, lil’ n+gga you not for the beef
and i gotta say it real loud
i ain’t gon’ make too much noise, pull up on your little ass, you a clown
and i’ma show, all that sh+t
you was talkin’, you a b+tch
how i be walkin’, on this sh+t
best believe i’m really crip
look, i’m loc’ed in
p+ssy n+ggas try to play with my set then i’ma, show them
it’s a lot of k!ller n+ggas in these streets
it’s a lot of n+ggas really for the beef
best believe in me (best believe in me)
best believe in me (best believe in me)
look, listen
everything i did, the life i live
i ain’t gotta talk, i ain’t gotta act
i be really with the k!ller sh+t
i ain’t gotta walk on no track, i am really in the streets b+tch
so don’t play when it comes to this, i am really for the k!llin’ sh+t
i am really for the drillin’ sh+t
i said i’m, tweakin’
bad little b+tch on my d+ck for no reason
i be, lifted
all my n+ggas with it, they really drillin’
i gotta, itchin’
feeling, so that mean i gotta squeeze
and best, believe
i’m a militant n+gga in these streets
i said, baby, shake it
slow down, go crazy
i made it, i made it
hop in that new mercedes
listen, you gotta see everything i did
the life that i live
i ain’t gonna front on this sh+t
i am really crip
[bridge]
hahaha, look
and i’m really not gon’ play
chopper hit you broad day, yeah you know you gotta lay down in the ground
give that boy thirty rounds, bet he won’t talk too much right now
now he’s tryna fight for his life
pistol through his throat, he gotta die
huh, really gotta die
little n+gga know how i roll
little n+gga know how we ride
i be really, tweakin’
i’m geekin’ for no reason
(look, every evening)

[verse: ?]
hah, look
look, load up the chop, then we shoot at the opps, then divide up the dividend
pop me a half, then i roll up some gas, then it’s back to the k!lling sh+t
i came up from trappin’, kidnappin’, run up get to clappin’, i just caught another win
i call up bro pistol, he ride with the pistols, don’t lie down, we huntin’ some other sh+t
castle like a coliseum
pop me a xan then i pour me some lean
just when i thought i was done, bro [?] just passed me the beam
i told my mom i’m gon’ get her racks with you, we gon’ live the dream
link up with me, got guns like the navy, you get hit with them things
get hot, watch you run like a marathon
point that b+tch, have her wet it like caviar
look, post up on lincoln for all of my n+ggas went up like some talibans
finesse a b+tch, now she be f+ckin’ broad
finesse a b+tch, now she be f+ckin’ broad
yeah, post up on lincoln for all of my n+ggas went up like some talibans
n+ggas is jealous, my n+ggas is felons, them n+ggas could never defeat
bullets k up, it get aim like some jello, baby that means i am a lead
you should worry about your pockets lil baby, them [?] on my feet
you should worry about your pockets lil baby, them [?] on my feet
yeah, yeah
big bucks for that heat
i spent 50k in a week
i been with my woos for a week
i could f+ck your thottie in the sheets
and that lil thottie she get geeked
i been with my woos for a week
if that lil n+gga want beef
i could hit him up with that heat

- dusty locane lyrics

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