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ngeeyl - dodgers lyrics

[intro: diego money]
uh
diego money
yeah
banbwoi
yeah
go, go, go, go, yeah

[chorus: diego money]
give me that work, put that on the scale
step in that b-tch and i came with yl
i’m in the trap and i’m weighin’ up bales
switch your [?], now i’m [?]
say you want smoke and we send nothin’ but sh-lls
need you some weed, send it straight through the mail
[?] flyin’, send his -ss straight to h-ll
diamonds too wet like they fell in a well
pointin’ the stick like i’m castin’ a spell
too much lean make me move like a snail
n-ggas be p-ssy, these n-ggas be frail
og gas, that’s what i inhale
can’t f-ck wit’ these n-ggas, be actin’ like females
exclusive drip, can’t buy it on retail
got all the drugs, i got ’em for resale
talkin’ bout juugs, you know that i’ll be there

{verse 1: brrrberry$horty]
i been standin’ on the block all night, n-gga
i f-ck wit’ swish money, n-gga, he was right, n-gga
i’m wit’ the klu klux klan, n-gga, i don’t like n-ggas
shout out to my gangsters, n-gga, they gon’ wipe n-ggas
i shoot the scene up, n-gga, i make a movie, dog
i be paranoid, you move ’round, get to shootin’, dog
30 rounds put a n-gga on a stretcher
b-tch, i’m wit’ the mob, b-tch, i’m wit’ whatever
like 23 michael jordan, jump shot
like a soda, i had to pop lil’ buddy top
t-shirt gang, pop your cousin like a wheelie
mob ties, n-gga, i f-ck wit’ real billies
if you scared of this gangster sh-t, lil’ n-gga, go to church
funeral gang, hunned rounds put you in a he-rs-
i hit his -ss five times and took him off the earth
come to his hood and take it over, n-gga, f-ck your turf

[verse 2: ngeeyl]
can’t f-ck wit’ these n-ggas ’cause these n-ggas might tell
y’all n-ggas broke as h-ll, can’t post bail
just po’ed a four up in ginger ale
i bought the work, i don’t need a scale
and my diamonds wet like they came out the well
and i got ps like i’m cartel
i know he p-ssy, n-gga, i can just tell
and i’m boolin’ wit’ diego
young n-gga po’ a faygo
and i might beat the case though
pullin’ up, n-gga, boolin’ wit’ burberry
y’all n-ggas real scary
got a chopper and it’s deadly
you’ll get rained on, you’ll need umbrellas
my chopper eatin’ n-ggas so i named it hannibal lecter
ay, run up on me i’ma fire, me and my n-ggas gon’ shoot by the cover
y’all lil’ n-ggas gon’ die, everybody know that a young n-gga baller
and i’m gon’ put you in the sky, and my d-mn pockets same color as a frog
i just wonder why all y’all n-ggas be all on my b-lls
i know i got sticks and they ready to hit
i know that my young n-ggas on any sh-t
i know that them young n-ggas gon’ shoot ’bout that sh-t
and the yl gang, double s be the clique, b-tch

- ngeeyl lyrics

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