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sob - air bud lyrics

[intro]
(shout out my n+gga synco)

[verse 1: deezyk]
don’t ask me where i’m at, you see i’m outside
big fifty drum you see it poking out this glock 9
deezy where you from? not the crest but i’m rockin’ wit’ ’em
send a hundred sh+lls at ’em tell the doctor get ’em

[verse 2: slimmy b]
took the track 2’s off and threw the loubs on
strapped up b+tch you know i keep that boot on
bands on me balling n+gga watch me get my hoop on
and this ‘k knock a n+gga out that two four

[verse 3: daboii]
it ain’t a n+gga in this world that i’m scared of
bro you got all the hoes n+gga share some
and you was speaking on that n+gga now y’all paired up
i wanna see my dog ball like he air bud
and this b+tch p+ssy tighter than a bear hug
i got to beating it from the back like some snare drums
i know that n+gga ain’t on sh+t i done dared cuz
and whеn my son in the room don’t you dare cuss

[verse 4: slimmy b]
if you ain’t talking ’bout no bands bet not say a word
could gеt a n+gga knocked off if i say the word
lil’ baby ate this d+ck then i ate a perc
eat that p+ssy from the back then i made her squirt
[verse 5: deezyk]
i got a call from d+boii he told me stay wavy
i done smoked a whole ounce that’s like eight eighthies
how the h+ll i’m supposed to drive? i pray they don’t yank me
i know these n+ggas wanna smoke me ’cause they b+tch thank me

[verse 6: daboii]
i get wavy with this sh+t
pull out game weak done put a baby in my b+tch
yeah this chop hold a hun’ but i leave eighty in his whip
never been a b+tch so can’t play me like a b+tch
d+mn slimmy b, what’s that eighty on your wrist?
n+gga you a baller you spent eighty on your fit
ain’t no telling, sh+t get mainey on them skits
done let your b+tch ride me took your baby on a trip
on the gang

[verse 7: slimmy b]
switching lanes on that benz i’m in bip city
wit’ a couple bands and a n+gga b+tch wit’ me
when you thuggin’ in these streets that sh+t get risky
pockets full of all blues, n+gga rip nipsey
it’s bad b+tches round the world, i done hit plenty
kinda hard to change my ways ’cause this sh+t in me
n+ggas said they on my head tell ’em get wit’ me
i don’t dip, grab that stick then i get jiggy
[verse 8: deezyk]
we can play it how you wanna, how you wanna do it?
i do magic with that 9 like rashard lewis
we into shooting all our poles we ain’t just making music
a n+gga reach for these diamonds then he must be stupid

[verse 9: daboii]
n+gga, who is you?
who you body? who you strip? who you shoot?
n0body, so stop talking like you somebody
catch you slipping out them jets make you run out ’em
put this glock to his dome get a lung out ’em
i done put them double g’s on my son body
been hitting n+gga’s mamas, y’all my sons probably
and i’ll never waste my time with no dumb thotty
b+tch

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