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shawny binladen - dummy lyrics

[intro: shawny binladen and kevin gates]
(d+ck all in your stomach, d+ck all in your stomach)
oh yeah
(pull your hair, slap yo’ ass, b+tch you better not do no runnin’)
uh
(d+ck all in your stomach, d+ck all in your stomach)
uh
(pull your hair, slap yo’ ass, b+tch you better not do no runnin’)
oh yeah

[chorus: shawny binladen]
i put d+ck all in her stomach
brand new fifty, i just drum it
she gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
real right [?] and i really get money
packs just up but this sh+t ain’t funny
wrap up a perc, that sh+t like a mummy (uh)
i’m in the trap with the muddy (uh)
and we just sippin’ on muddy (uh)
shootin’ that g like curry
[?], my vision was blurry
oh yeah
[verse: big yaya]
i see the money, i used to be blind
if you run up, glizzy make ’em rewind
trap out while i’m peekin’ through the blinds
on a roll, [?] thinkin’ i’m [?]
i don’t breakdown
i see my day one drop a dime
this a [?] life, they just [?]
tired of my glock, d+mn, i need a bomb
order my fiend call ’em [?]
got a muzzle, shoot you then i k!ll you, then read the quran

[verse: four50]
she make it dance, she ain’t goin’ to prom
came with a cd, ain’t talkin’ the rom
b+tch tryna boogie, this sh+t not a [?]
we go to war in this sh+t like it’s ‘nam
asian b+tch with me, get chicken like [?] (yeah)
brodie play with the rack like he band man
i’m not the p+ssy, i feel like the sandman
i’m never seein’ defeat, i am toejam
f+ck with a b+tch, i ain’t [?] with no hands

[verse: big gltaow]
gltaow, uh
big gltaow
uh
gltaow
i’m with the gang, we causin’ a madness
takin’ no check when i [?] through traffic
gun go gltaow, i’m lettin’ ’em have it
slide through the front, but i need me the backend
i know how to shoot, you know i ain’t passin’
gltaow, watch how gltaow start blastin’
jump in the v, then i just start maxin’
ballin’ on court got me ballin’ like magic
[chorus: shawny binladen]
i put d+ck all in her stomach
brand new fifty, i just drum it
she gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
real right [?] and i really get money
packs just up but this sh+t ain’t funny
wrap up a perc, that sh+t like a mummy (uh)
i’m in the trap with the muddy (uh)
and we just sippin’ on muddy (uh)
shootin’ that g like curry
[?], my vision was blurry
oh yeah

[outro: kevin gates]
(d+ck all in your stomach, d+ck all in your stomach)
(pull your hair, slap yo’ ass, b+tch you better not do no runnin’)
(d+ck all in your stomach, d+ck all in your stomach)
(pull your hair, slap yo’ ass, b+tch you better not do no runnin’)

- shawny binladen lyrics

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