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fbg dutchie - put inna blender [freestyle] lyrics

[verse]
play with us, boy, them boys bet’ not risk it
get yo’ goofy+ass baked like biscuits
get yo’ goofy+ass stretched like fitness
get sent to jehovah with the witness
finna flip through yo’ block like a gymnast
we gon’ flip sh+t, get up on him, grip sh+t
and we blowin’ sh+t up like tick+tick
better start shootin’ ’til that b+tch go cl!ck+cl!ck
so they want that gang sh+t? this it
[?]
the glock got a flashlight, but this switch’ll end a p+ssy n+gga’s life this quick
b+tch, i’m wavin’ my hands, i’m blazin’ ya mans, we takin’ ya mans
b+tch, the stick got a d+ck, get hit like a b+tch, we rapin’ ya mans
he need help, boy [?]
n+gga turned jetson like elroy
n+gga move too slow, ooh, stell’, boy
nina f+ck, but she don’t never kiss+and+tell, boy
who rеtired? i ain’t sittin’ on the shelf, boy
hit thе head of the side, then tell, boy
backyard, hittin’ gates, uncle elroy
get up on him, hit his face, yeah, he nailed, boy
godd+mn, them boys goin’ crazy
ayy, fam, get smoked like a [?]
these macs shoot like mcgrady
it ain’t sammy, call that b+tch askii
been hittin’ cuts, 12 tryna chase me
been whippin’ up, n+ggas tryna race me
gl!ck on me, ain’t got no safety
only time a n+gga really feel safely
you know me, b+tch, i came from the darkside
tryna ball like i’m playin’ on parkside
mak+90 on his life, he off burnside
face shots made his sideburns burn high
f+ck yo’ bae, boo; make her take nudes, put her in school
ran into fool; chopper in school, put them on spotnews
n+ggas hoes, on my soul, i done peeped that
gotta ride with the pole, yeah, i keep that
with the seat back, thumbin’ through them meat racks
and my d+ck where yo’ bm t++th at
she better not spit sh+t on me, she can keep that
then come back with the back, i can beat that
right back, right back, b+tch, be back
“cho a goofy,” you’ll never ever see that
on fo’nem grave, these lil’ n+ggas stevie
on fo’nem grave, this sh+t gettin’ easy
on fo’nem grave, we slimy and greasy
on fo’nem grave, we grimy and sleazy
we the s, man, shooters know s, man
[?] f+ck the local, we the x+men
amiri jeans, on my feet, triple+s, then
i’m wavin’ sh+t, foreign sh+t, triple h, d+mn
ooh, skrrt, pull up like [?]
woo, [?] like santa
drop lean in a fanta
i’m keepin’ the hammer
i grew with the k!llers
gang, gang, get hotter than december
big choppin’ like timber
get put in a blender
big dog, big boss, yeah, big g
.30 in a 21, yeah, big g
you can catch a jalapeño think sh+t sweet
everybody standup ’til they six+feet
i pray to god n0body don’t diss me
leave a p+ssy n+gga flowin’ down sh+t’s creek
lil’ g turned myself into a og
you the goat, bah, now a n+gga goat cheese

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