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reed dollaz - unnamed freestyle (youtube) lyrics

[verse: reed dollaz]

d.jones better pump his breaks
i haul off with the sawed off, pump his face
you coward, too hard we run through y’all n-ggas
we trouble men we doublemint, we chew y’all n-ggas
screw y’all n-ggas, fatboy better get his head straight
d.jones falling on joey, i call it dead weight
40 cal up in my pants, i ain’t snappin’ dog
only time you see me snapping, i’m clapping ‘matics off
we can have it dog, jones we can bang it out
when it’s beef, you ain’t know, i’m the one they bringing out
i’m a pit, get a grip, leave the meat hanging out
you’s a b-tch all your life, i’ll show you what some pain about
don’t look at bobby, he ain’t gon’ help your -ss
44, 40 or kick the door, melt your -ss
don’t call haddy, homie do your own sh-t
you joey lil clone sis, dollaz on that grown sh-t
y’all cop cars and clothes and do it for the b-tches
we put hard in jars, and rob with dirty biscuits
big sh-t, i’m talking bout dead heaters
you out on the strength of your man you cheerleader
n0body likes you, you make me wanna fight you
look like a fat -ss turkey, i wanna slice you
i don’t even know the reason that haddy piped you
just another one of my kids i say goodnight to
lost on star, trey pound alarm
blow the doors of your car, insides on the tar
you can’t get gritty now, cause if i was on star
up in jersey i woulda never let my city down
clown -ss n-gga, sweet like candy
remind me of brandy, wanna be down -ss n-gga
you see we movin’, this take me back to d-block
when they came harder than g-unit
kind of bizarre, the burner got h-ll in it
slim shady dude, plus the d got 12 in it
toast man, postman, move like a snail with it
blocka blocka open your chest, you got melted(?)
top cl-ss, top cl-ss, real street movement
we leave the rappin to y’all, cause we really do this
d, you ain’t never had a gun in your mouth
you ain’t never had 30 n-ggas run in your house
tie you up, put a sock in your mouth
make your moms get on the floor, put the chrome pipe to her scalp
i don’t wanna hear hadden, i don’t wanna hear your crew
i don’t want hadden to write it, i wanna hear it from you
these lil n-ggas gotta be trippin, thinkin’ i ain’t on my game
these lil n-ggas gotta be sniffin
what the f-ck, is you high boy? all my n-ggas ride, boy
fall off and get back up, just like we ride, boy
i do my thing, i ain’t worried bout a hater
we coppin all drugs and hammers with red lasers
stocks and backstraps, clips in the napsack
move it over super soaker, come with the backpack
neck spinned around, face down with your back flat
pellets through the windows, tires are bad flat
you ain’t goin nowhere, i ride with no fare
summer time, white on your block, i make it snow there
i’m so gooda, so gooda, so sickening
go getters, i send my getters to go get him
d.jones, say another word out your mouth
mcnabb, quick p-ss, dirty bird to your house
get the chop, desert eagle, dirty bird to your mouth
what’s all that snappin’ and that swervin’ about
clap -ss, we lean wit it, lean wit it, rock wit it
rock wit it, lean wit it, lean wit it
fiend wit the stock wit it, aw quit it
i was on the block gettin’ money in pampers
you and ya man was break dancin for dancers
i could tell you know you ain’t f-ckin with us (footage interrupted)

- reed dollaz lyrics

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