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fat dave – davey lyrics

[intro]
d-mn
i got 20 on my beat
what the f-ck? ayy
ayy, what the f-ck?
ayy, ayy, d-mn

[verse]
she callin’ my phone, had to block her
so many pints like i’ve been at the doctor
this chopper singin’ like it’s in an opera
fully automatic sound like a helicopter
no limits to this sh-t like i’m silkk the shocker
go hard in the paint, b-tch, i feel like i’m waka flocka
ayy, i get to drippin’ when i’m on them bars
i be high up, b-tch, i’m up on a star
the chop, the clip, it look like an arm
i got some sh-t that’ll knock off a car
i smoke the best, it’s concealed in a jar
i done ditched on that ho, she wasn’t playin’ her part
when i shoot, i won’t freeze up like j.r
it ain’t my birthday ’cause i just got me ar’s
these weird -ss n-ggas, i’m callin’ ’em nardwuar
i still wake up and eat me a pop-tart
toast me a waffle and drink on some wockhardt
pump got kick like martial arts
bump down broad day, f-ck after dark
i’m the type to jig your -ss with that apple martin
thought he had dog food, told him, “apple sauce”
jump, the choppa made him criss-cross
big body shotta like rick ross
bust a n-gga like i’m jigsaw
i’m out in houston like paul wall
perc’ 10 got me knocked off
bad b-tch, she from congo
she gave me top in the condo
i’m tryna put my beef in her taco
you smokin’ on boof, you smokin’ on pablo
big chop, bet i won’t miss even with a blindfold
and the p-ssy so big, it’ll knock off a rhino
i’m tryna spin your b-tch like a vinyl

[outro]
facts, b-tch, lil’ o
i got the bow
run down, the chop don’t even got a scope
but i still hit his -ss
but i won’t beat his -ss
lil’ bro in the gr-ss

- fat dave lyrics

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