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vont - homicide lyrics

[intro]
its gutta n-gga (gutta n-gga)
bout that dub n-gga
what you know about that dub n-gga (x2)
its vont n-gga (vont n-gga)

[verse 1: vont]
you can catch me robbing n-ggas , pocket fulla dead politicians
got my hand on that ho booty like im power grippin
n-ggas throwin disses i ain’t trippin , i’m like whats the business
i whip down on ya block and make lit nooskie pop one in ya
or shidd catch ya on 30 at the red light , p-ss on side open fire knock out all ya head lights
put a n-gga brain on the windshield , now skip st.elizabeth they goin to winnfield
or put lil jazzy on ya tip cause he dont really need none , a half ounce and couple hundred dollars to re-up
please believe mane this sh-t ain’t a game we slangin iron on this side of town
come take ride around the dub and you and bookoo ditches (dirty b-tches)
lil n-ggas roun 5 or 6 talkin bout takin hits (d-mn)
with lil n-ggas in middle school hittin l!cks out here jackin people
police hackin people , word round, that dub we be wackin people
[chorus]
n-ggas gon’ learn that dub ain’t no joke i put this on my momma realist sh-t i ever wrote
you play games with my youngins ima send em at ya throat
187 homicide b-tch that might be all she wrote (x2)

[verse 2: vont]
if you heard that vont was p-ssy somebody lyin’
put ya hands on one of mine then somebody dyin’
mind ya f-cking business caue im mindin mine
disrespect my mind and is gon’ be a homicide
ill come p-ssing through yo section roun’ bout 8 or 9
tell the kids stay house and dont peep out the blinds
i do a pull up and hop out with carbon 9 a 350 shifter a glock and 2 ruger 4,5s
with all lat flexin and that stunting like i owe you somethin
well ima p-ss on you lil b-tches ima show you somethin
get one of these n-ggas lil b-tches to set em up
drop ? with chris and go and wet em up
i been lurking with big hurk im plottin’ on a scheme
catch me and my youngin out the roof with a 223
the sickest in the city can’t n0body f-ck with us
the murder game get laid down n0body touchin us

[chorus]
n-ggas gon’ learn that dub ain’t no joke i put this on my momma realist sh-t i ever wrote
you play games with my youngins ima send em at ya throat
187 homicide b-tch that might be all she wrote (x2)

[verse 3: vont]
now what the f-ck i lokk like twitter beefin’
its trigger season my hands decent and i keep a roid i will release and leave you leakin
n-gga i put this on jayvin if you ever try to play me ima put ya in the pavement
keep the pistol off of safety
b-tch ill spam a n-gga , blam a n-gga , put my youngins on sh-t make em sandwhich n-ggas
this ain’t no l!ck this a family n-gga better respect that
call tay find out where you stay and push ya neck back
leave a n-gga folatin in the ocean like a wetback
n-gga try to play lil ls i promise you gon’ regret that
yea n-gga all lat im with that all lat buckin and stuntin man you n-ggas need to k!ll lat
it get real roun here, n-ggas sk!lled roun here, my lil youngins poppin sh-t earning there tears round here
better watch ya surroundings and well-beings round here, cause we’ll raw you out get how ya live roun here (vont)

- vont lyrics

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