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rich dunk – u not lyrics

yeah, it’s dunk
tacos, yeah

you not a shooter, you shootin’ in the air
why you shootin’ in the air, boy you shootin’ at god
i’m independent, til i had a daughter
there’s two of us, now she make me go hard
i need the money, i’m gettin’ to the money
so f+ck how they feelin’, yea you and your boys
i know some b+tches, that [?] robbin
suck on your d+ck til your sh+t get hard
i remember i was just on the yard
tryna f+ck around and f+ck me a [?]
i remember i was just goin’ hard
breakin’ in houses, and breakin’ in cars
sellin’ reefer just so i wouldn’t starve
[?] to the police, they lock me up hard
i was in the cell, i ain’t had no canteen
mama ain’t answer the phone, it’s just ring ring
i can not f+ck with that b+tch, she a lame lame
you got a problem with us, you get bang bang
[?] one of my n+ggas is gang gang
keep it on the low, whisper, yin yang
i’m in your ho, pretty lil’ thing thing
zip down my zipper and pull out my thing thing
when i f+ck her i don’t take off my bling bling b+tch (yeah)
these n+ggas soft, granite, [?]
[?]
[?] choppa in the back go r+t+rded
we goin’ fed with the sawed+off shotty
pistol in steph’ hand, he goin’ r+t+rded
and lil trunk came home off a body
i told my n+ggas to chill
we bout to blow, trust me just gotta stay [?]
pass me the rock, no motherf+ckin’ [?]
i [?] chop at your motherf+ckin’ party
granny a blank, kool+aid on her carpet
these n+ggas wack, trash, garbage
he got a gun, probably run with that fire
[?] look a real n+gga in his eye
rest in peace, nipsey, he was a real guy
i can not f+ck with you n+ggas, small fry
b+tch, it’s dunk n+gga you know what the f+ck goin’ on n+gga
eastside charlotte n+gga, westside of charlotte n+gga
southside of charlotte n+gga, northside of charlotte n+gga
you know what the f+ck goin’ on n+gga, charlotte n+gga (p+ssy)
that’s what the f+ck it is n+gga, only n+gga in the city with one dread too b+tch

- rich dunk lyrics

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