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s.dot - hang wit me (remix) lyrics

[s.dot]

only 10 years who can hang wit’ me
middle fingers to them f-ck n-ggas they some lames to me
d-ck ride then sneak dissin’ ain’t no ‘caine wit’ me
call up my homie prince snoop, he gon’ bang for me
i would call a thotiana but that’s that opp talk
playin’ tough, my n-ggas up them rugers getchu’ knocked off
yea b-tch i do my thingy-thing she wanna hang wit’ me
told her i never love a b-tch that sh-t be make-believe
lil’ bro gon’ smoke a eighth wit’ me and pull a k wit’ me
ridin’ in a twenty-thirteen so ain’t no racin’ me
all i smoke is thoinks if that’s some reggie get away from me
i used to have to chase the bag, now the bag be chasin’ me
twerk sum’, lemme’ f-ck sum’, trynna’ run sum’
off the sh-ts, roll a blunt of sum’, pour a fo’ of sum’
pull up, in the audi truck, bet they know its us
in the field, prolly’ on the block, at a show or sum’
shootas, i got them shootas, that mac’ll do ya’
clips long juss’ like a ruler, shoot at medullas
s.dot ain’t in the field , b-tch yea they done fooled you
4.8.5. (?) thas’ a rumor
ever since we drop the “clout” song we got the clout now
meantime, shout out lil durk, broski back down
beef sh-t, we won’t back down, we got mac rounds
f-ck the law, ’till they free the guys i can’t relax now

- s dot lyrics

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