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rossaford bennett ii - dub nation lyrics

[verse]
f-ck junior, even though i’m the ii
i wish i can f-ck every b-tch with my female erection
tell a b-tch to hop on my d-ck and to save the affection
k!ll a b-tch with an easy aids needle infection
shook her at night
right with a leaded pipe
piped up then piped on his wife
i’m peter parker when a n-gga pipe is going right
even despite, my ed
add an s-p, due to tv
i can’t spell, but i suffer from hiv
from b-e-d to mit, i got my n-gga d-r-i-p (yep!)
i wanna cut the f-ckin’ track here, but i got feats
so i’ma p-ss it to my wills
and i put that on my f-ckin’ will

[verse 2 – nick]
(this album going double platinum, with no features
ok maybe some features)

i had to come through, cause the homie ross wanted me to
the man made a f-ckin’ album for me
cause in 2015, he said nick i’m bout to murder this sh-t
and he’s a man of his word
cause from everything i heard, he’s not stoppin
potential to make it to the top 100
and i’ma keep it runnin’
these women all want us but its not up for discussion
hit it hard like a concussion

(check it, double platinum lol)

cause we really are freaks and geeks
i’m sayin we, as sayin’ jesus please
we are what we eat
and my n-gga ross is workin’ down at pizza hut
and each of us, we wanna down piece and love
we together so you got to get a piece of us
move wigged, we gone f-ckin’ come and piece you up
but jealously meets distrust
and that makes it tough
cause love cuts digger than a paper cut
i hate the way these women try to make us stay in relationships
b-tch i can’t f-ckin’ take the sh-t
so when i take the blade and put it in my cranium
it means that i’ma die before you be my babies mom
i sorry but there’s nothing i can save you from
your f-ckin’ judgement day is coming
so b-tch start running for the woods

[verse – the saucegod
chillin’ in the forest, sippin’ lean my n-gga
the forest calm as f-ck, not thinkin’ bout a n-gga
just a bad -ss girl with a c0ke bottle figures
i’m just tryna hustle hard, and crack 6 figures
lurkin’ through the night with the finger on the trigger
n-ggas gettin’ jumpy man call they -ss tigger
i sliced a white man cause he calmed me a n-gga
shoutout to my n-ggas cause everyday we gettin’ bigger
sauce god given’ sauce to the weak man
errday i’m serving’ beans to the fiends man
workin’ hard so that my n-ggas eat man
i’m calm all the time but don’t try me man
sauce god freeze up and be the ice man
ice man come out and he take a n-gga heads
i don’t wanna take heads, i just wanna be the man
but if i gotta be the man, i’ll k!ll em and stuff em in the trash can

- rossaford bennett ii lyrics

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