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fmb dz - double headed dragon lyrics

[verse 1: fmb dz]
ain’t it too f+cked up? i’m like so the f+ck what?
two watches, three chains, add it up, that’s a buck
i’m in vegas at the tent, bag big, me and duck
you don’t never see me out, my house bigger than the club
when i put my techs on, i make more than the plug
woke up out my sleep drinkin’ mud just because
hit the court fresh as h+ll, i think i can f+ck the judge
when it’s up, b+tch, it’s stuck, i’ma always hold a grudge
n+ggas know what time it is when it come down to no whooper
your b+tch wanna meet the boss, i send my driver out to scoop her
if she try to set the play, i won’t hesitate to shoot hеr
big money, big belly, i remind you of a buddha
fish tailing out thе lot, brodie clutching on the glock
he protect me with his life, never sloppy, do it right
n+gga sure to hit the crib in the middle of the night
phil marks you got to blowin’, got them n+ggas out on sight
make them n+ggas take flight, brodie nice and precise
blew that b+tch, ain’t think twice, catchin’ sh+t like jerry rice
my n+gga rich, bring pints
nick ’em up, up the price
probably catch me with my benz listenin’ to barry white
i’ve been tryna keep my bool, so much sh+t come with the fame
what, don’t think just ’cause i rap that i won’t k!ll you by my chain
real stepper, you’d die behind my name
real n+gga, i don’t go against the grain
keep hundreds on me, i ain’t never got no change
when we in the club, my n+ggas known to misbehave
broke+ass n+gga, i can make it rain for days
lookin’ at your b+tch through these thousand+dollar shades
[interlude: sada baby]
uh, hmm
double dragons, ayy
skuba, n+gga
skubop, ayy

[verse 2: sada baby]
you don’t never see me out, house bigger than the mall
got enough gucci collars in that b+tch for all my dogs
i got h+lla louis boxers, make a b+tch suck my b+lls
even when i wasn’t standin’ on business, i stood tall, now listen
huh, i got rap money, huh, i got trap money, huh
i got too much hundred dollars, she can’t act funny, huh
i got so much lotta guns, we be strapped up, ayy
it’s a beam on the front, make him back up, ayy
uh, iced up, hmm, huh, racked up, huh
fifteen white bricks in a black truck, huh
we don’t do well with questions, don’t ask us, huh
why them n+ggas got pressed? it was time for it, listen
huh, shot him at an angle, broke his ankle
i was outside f+ckin’ ’round with angel, now listen
huh, at western with a will smith
f+ck around and got a n+gga wife untangled, f+ck
mmm, uh, how i go about it?
huh, if a n+gga smellin’ like police, then he can’t go around me
champagne bottles, foreign models, that’s not your ho around me
huh, my paper can’t fold up, i don’t know origami, f+ck
huh, what the l!ck read?
same n+gga used to have your sister on the ten+speed
same n+gga f+ck a white b+tch and have a mixed breed
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga? huh, jungle fever, huh
if she don’t suck the d+ck from hard to soft, then i’ma leave her
huh, no beiber, huh, cut that white boy with a cleaver
f+ck
fresh as f+ck, lookin’ like it’s easter
a mister, i just stuffed a thousand pills in her keishter, duh

- fmb dz lyrics

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