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thr33 - dumpin lyrics

[chorus]
pitiful, i hop out i get to dumpin’
i came too far in this sh+t, ‘lil bruh, i cannot stop for nothing
baby girl, i’m not worried ’bout you, i won’t do no cuffing
talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking
man down, b+tch i shoot with aim, b+tch, i shoot precise
i can’t give no handout, but i can give you advice
and i keep that strap on my f+cking hip, like a dyk+

[verse]
my life had went left, when i was locked in, this sh+t went right
i don’t need no glock, i can beat your ass, like fight night
like it’s minecraft, push up to your block with dynamite
talking on my fam? oh that mean you tryna die tonight
and i say “godd+mn”, i walk up in the room everybody know who i am
i call ‘lil pint, we roll for opp, we spin like ceiling fan
and we don’t give a d+mn, just push up face to face, i don’t do that sh+t on instagram
i run a strict program, my money tall like abraham
you come around now that i’m up, ‘lil bro, you not my fam
i need some real folks around me, who ain’t gon’ switch up
and if you try and leech on me, then you get cut
and no, these n+ggas know me, i feel like kobe
she steady tryna bring up sh+t, man, that’s the old me
i’m going up, i know they mad, that they can’t hold me
i pray for days like this, i pray for times like this (on god)
and i know that you’s a f+cking fake, you f+cking fraud
i feel like i’ma great god, striking with lightning rod
i ain’t gon’ go argue back and forth, i ain’t gon’ fight with y’all
these hoes be broke asking for bread, i tell them “h+ll nah”
i did this sh+t up by my self, i really made it now
i’m tryna get rich and have kids, then pass it down
it’s that b+tch, i’m king now, give me my f+cking crown
you thinking sh+t gon’ fly this way? you better turn around
[chorus]
pitiful, i hop out i get to dumpin’
i came too far in this sh+t, ‘lil bruh, i cannot stop for nothing
baby girl, i’m not worried ’bout you, i won’t do no cuffing
talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking
man down, b+tch i shoot with aim, b+tch, i shoot precise
i can’t give no handout, but i can give you advice
and i keep that strap on my f+cking hip, like a dyk+

[outro]
pitiful, i hop out i get to dumpin’
i came too far in this sh+t, ‘lil bruh, i cannot stop for nothing
baby girl, i’m not worried ’bout you, i won’t do no cuffing
talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking

- thr33 lyrics

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