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fatboybiggz - dusse lyrics

[hook]
pop out on the opps and we 3 deep
i guess that p+ss boy thought that this sh+t sweet
b+tch i ain’t goin’ n+gga f+ck you, pay me
he tried to run but that boi was too lazy
put some weight on his shoulders like he carrying a baby
throw some bullets his way like his name was tom brady
i can’t f+ck with these b+tches, these b+tches too shady
they blowing my phone tryna have all my babies

{bridge]
when i sip the dusse i feel like i’m jay z
my name is not xbox so don’t try to play me
i can’t f+ck with that b+tch ‘cuz i know that she crazy
yea she delusional keep tryna claim she my lady
but the way that she suck d+ck it kinda amaze me
got me ducking my old hoes they say that i’m changing
i think he wanna die, well that’s cool i’ll arrange it
i cross the boy out, leave him nameless
that n+gga play with me go off the rip in this b+tch
it’s young wild jhit with a bl!ck in this b+tch
it’s a glock .45 and it came with a switch
he tried to up, shot, and he missed

[verse 1]
i chill with yo b+tch i cross off her the list
i pull out my d+ck and she give it a kiss
i hesi, and dribble & pass the assist
i’m smoking yo dawg but this sh+t not cat p+ss
[hook]
pop out on the opps and we 3 deep
i guess that p+ss boy thought that this sh+t sweet
b+tch i ain’t goin’ n+gga f+ck you, pay me
he tried to run but that boi was too lazy
put some weight on his shoulders like he carrying a baby
throw some bullets his way like his name was tom brady
i can’t f+ck with these b+tches, these b+tches too shady
they blowing my phone tryna have all my babies

[verse 2]
try to play he got shot in his sh+t
he wanna die we add him to the list
i got a glock i’m not using my fists
imma wild jhit from the southside
they don’t come outside we gone shoot sh+lls in they sh+t
yeah, since he wanna play he make a diss he gone die the same day
i have one these hoes to find out where you stay
i kick in yo door send a shot leave you stank
i walked in with bands they thought i robbed a bank
but b+tch i’m too lit give a f+ck what you think
pop out with glocks put a hole in your tank
got 762’s we not shooting no blanks
[hook]
pop out on the opps and we 3 deep
i guess that p+ss boy thought that this sh+t sweet
b+tch i ain’t goin’ n+gga f+ck you, pay me
he tried to run but that boi was too lazy
put some weight on his shoulders like he carrying a baby
throw some bullets his way like his name was tom brady
i can’t f+ck with these b+tches, these b+tches too shady
they blowing my phone tryna have all my babies

- fatboybiggz lyrics

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