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yungblaket – dmt lyrics

yop, yop
alright, yeah

alright
it ain’t that, get em walked, that’s a fact
fat n+gga he tryna diss, i f+cked around and got em fapped
i heard you mad bout a b+tch, n+gga you ain’t even acting
stand up, on my bread, 6’4, i’m john madden
lil n+gga ain’t did sh+t, told that boy to stop cappin’
n+gga you ain’t makin’ hits, told that boy to stop rappin’
f+ck around and flee the scene, sendin’ shots, why he lackin’?
f+ck around and up this big b+tch, my n+ggas subtracting
speaker boomin’ in this b+tch, got my n+ggas feet tappin’
alright, n+gga said he doing math so keep adding
dumb b+tch, yeah she keep blowing up my phone my screen acting
1 am, with my n+ggas half asleep, beat tracking
white fiend, in the ally selling pills, i can’t go
p+ssy n+ggas really beefin’, only thing it’s bout a ho
f+ck around and up this big b+tch, ain’t talkin’ bout the show
mad as h+ll, i done left a couple g’s down the road
how the f+ck you say you popping sh+t without a f+ckin’ pole
alright, and yeah i’m mad about the money that you owe
do a n+gga h+lla dirt, comb his dreads into a fro
my n+gga avry copped a zip, it got me itchin’ through the nose
hotboxing in the whip, these n+ggas passing it too slow
alright, but i ain’t trippin, we can do this sh+t again
how the f+ck you want a 8the, but he sendin’ me a 10
matter fact, i ain’t trippin’ we done hit ‘em in the leg
f+ck that, i got my white boys to hit ‘em in the head
bust back, keep playin’ games, f+ck around and got ‘em sent
tshh, my glock jammed, he had to meet the overhand
lil n+gga you ain’t safe, n+gga this a crash land
n+gga fiendin’ off the dmt, my n+gga f+cked a burnin b+tch, i’m thinkin tnt
high as f+ck ain’t mean to drop drank, but it ain’t hennessy
f+ck around and let the glock blow if he gon play wit’ me
d+mn, alright

- yungblaket lyrics

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