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risktaker d-boy - feeling like dex lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, rj)
yeah
you got me feelin’ like dex around this b+tch
yeah
f+ck around, take a n+gga motherf+ckin’ kid
baow
ayy

[verse]
thirty k!llers on the block with all semis on ’em
40 bustin’ like that b+tch got a hemi on it (baow)
n+gga try me, then i’m forced to lay a demi on him
more than fifty shots, b+tch, the chop got titties on it
i ain’t never met a beef that i couldn’t sleep (yeah)
certified in the trap, n+ggas losin’ sleep (they know)
white b+tch bringin’ in ’bout ten a week
gone off meth, this b+tch ain’t seen sleep in weeks (d+mn)
plug called, got some ‘caine with my name on it (where that at?)
fishscale, n+gga, i can do my thing on it
talk sl!ck, got a bullet with your name on it
hit him in this b+tch, p+ssy probably said my name to hеr
b+tch, i’m tryna touch a mill’, i ain’t got time to play (no time)
i’ll hunt a n+gga down off the licеnse plate (where they at?)
tear the whole whip up, f+ck who life at stake
i’m in the city, you can’t hide nowhere anyway (b+tch)
my n+ggas draw the gunline, catch you out of state
out of town, out of bounds, trail him on a freight (okay)
got a decoy, b+tch, use her as the bait
soon as he ask for a lighter, shoot him in the face
i done told these f+ck n+ggas not to mention me (okay)
now every time you say my name, you better mention beef
every time you leave the crib, you better sneak a peek
even when you mobbin’ with the kids, never think it’s sweet (woo)
i’m a felon, but it’s on me, b+tch, i’m ridin’ with it (i got it)
ten milli spin a n+gga, feel like god hit him (they got it)
47, 46, i got the mob with me
and big straps around this b+tch, you won’t survive with us
same n+ggas d+ck suckin’ wanna side with us
n+ggas in the dm coppin’ pleas tryna side with us
b+tch, we good, we all got ’em, ain’t no slidin’ with us
pop a n+gga top with this chop, bullets dive in him
chop a n+gga block, hit his pops, bird dyin’ with him
[chorus]
n+gga, what the f+ck is twenty thousand if you dyin’ with it?
b+tch
n+gga, what the f+ck is twenty thousand if you dyin’ with it? (yeah)
n+gga, what the f+ck is twenty thousand if you dyin’ with it? (uh+huh)
n+gga, what the f+ck is twenty thousand if you dyin’ with it?

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