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remble - dirty dan lyrics

[verse]
i’m my own man, i don’t really need n0body
but n+ggas trippin’, i got smokey on speed dial
if i miss my shot then my brother gon’ get my rebound
my n+ggas ridin’ ’round with them blammers that’s knocking trees down
where i’m from, shut up b+tch, i knock your t++th out
your b+tch came in this party with you, she leave with me now
i taught y’all as and bs so y’all could see now
these n+ggas still don’t understand sh+t, they must be [?] now
lay him down, put him to sleep, tuck him like a wood
remble, he known to carry d+cks ain’t talking sporting goods
run up on remble, please do, i wish a n+gga would
i rip the body off the sweater cause i’m from the hood
n+ggas be tweakin’, i dare ’em to test me as a man
n+ggas be talkin’ but nevеr offered a helping hand
n+ggas is bustеrs, on my mama, n+ggas cap a lot
one+man band, i promise i’m the real dirty dan
i’m bringing n+ggas lots of hurt ain’t talking max payne
i put my girl in 69 so we could match brain
n+ggas my sons you would think we shared a last name
finna make n+ggas disappear like i was dave blaine
she says i had great pipe, was it that good?
i had the b+tch russian cream like a backwood
i’m really known to beat the p+ssy like i hate cats
i got the game wrapped up like a arab
if she ain’t f+ckin’ just tell the b+tch to get out of there
makin’ me nervous i’m pootin’ harder than vladamir
you b+tches prankers, on my mama, b+tches stay cappin’
b+tch take a shower, wash that p+ssy or i ain’t whackin’
i hang with n+ggas with that robbin’ and that safe crackin’
i keep a .40, b+tch it’s only so i ain’t lackin’
i tried to put these n+ggas on but these n+ggas hoes
crack cousin once and gave the p+ssy a bl++dy nose
it’s remble, we cut them feel ’til his toes bleed
all that tough talkin’, you better show me
it’s remble, i don’t need no friends or homies
i stand on a kings tail like i’m kofi
i more poppin’ hot sh+t, get whipped out and shoelace
this n+gga wavin’ a 5 and a camera thinkin’ he blueface or 1take
line up three n+ggas, i’ll show you one snake
that pump fake, n+ggas is hoes, these n+ggas is cupcakes
can’t trust these b+tches, they a trip, i call ’em ella mai
b+tch cheat on me, i guarantee she see them heaven gates
this b+tch got to deep throat, i might just risk it all
i call my wife lonzo cause she be l!ckin’ b+lls
give a mark a black eye and tell his people he fell down
don’t think you can’t get popped even john cena caught 12 rounds
stomp his ears on the pavement, tell him, “tell me how h+ll sounds”
this n+gga went and cropped me and all his people are h+llbound
it’s remble

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