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smoke dza – f**k ya mother lyrics

i will rock it not, b-tch
remain emotionless, on some doctor spock sh-t
robot n-gga, inspector gadget with ratchet
go-go four-four blood in your back b-tch
listen, i will bash your brain
with a walking stick, b-tch felt the wrath of kane
bullets make you dance, scoop, and scr-p lover
f-ck firin’ on fam, we could scr-p sucka
this n-gga said he know fifty too
shot up in the elbow, let’s see what that sh-t can do
you whack! be hatin’
date rape satan, initiate freebasin
n-ggas hate the oaf
go cover bloods from the f-ckin’ sacred goat
what the f-ck that mean?
sean price the nicest n-gga that’s on buckshot team

[chorus x2]
you f-ck with me i’ll have her tied up in the crib
like f-ck your mother, she’s a stupid little b-tch
i banged her about ten times a night, b-tch
she ain’t nothin’ but a little fight

kiss the motherf-ckin’ ring, we on some mob sh-t
sh-t on that pity party, f-ck that sob sh-t
disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
have my man blizz violate your carc-ss
frank matthews, catch me if you can
treat a hatin’ -ss n-gga like spam, ignored him
you ain’t cop that piece from the district, you copped that from ?
you don’t come straight for the re-up, n-gga, always be shorten
always talkin’ that bread sh-t
but when them n-ggas come out with them big toys
you be on that givin’ head sh-t
k!ll yourself, your whole life is whack
thirty-five and still sellin’ crack? grow up n-gga
the other day homie copped a benz
call yourself a kingpin and you’re still coppin’ twenty grams
f-ck outta here n-gga, scram, you a peon
you should get peed on
r kelly style, little n-ggas trilly wild

[chorus]
good job you f-ckin’ pr-cks
? and f-ck your mother

push god, b-tch

- smoke dza lyrics

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