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Dumb Crasy
Big Boogie
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(Run it up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, nigga, uh, nigga, nigga, uh, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Moncler drip and double G on my waistline
Four, five stacks by the ten, I'ma make mine
On go, I can't stop like somebody cut my brake lines
Pull a n- runnin' like I told him hit the baseline
You ain't gettin' no money, n-, stop all that flodgin'
Hit your block like butter, when we hit it, we slidin'
When I click on that trigger, make the bullets start flyin'
It ain't safe for no n-, if I shoot, you dyin'
Ayy, ain't gotta talk, I let that money speak for me
I ain't worried 'bout no man, 'cause Lil Jay blow that heat for me
I got b-s like the alphabet, they come from A to Z
And I'm slidin' in the steamer, so we jumpin' out on feet
And when we catch him lackin', we gon' do his ass
You don't know how it's gon' go, you better keep an extra mag
You cryin' 'bout a b-, I'm tryna get another bag
How you say you pushin' P, but got your gun, so go on, sag
His toe gon' get a tag
Rich bad b-, I can f- all night
F- her real good, she can feed me all night
F- her and my chain, you can see me in the night
Told a b- to suck it, let me eat it with some ice
Big Dude, baby, she gon' want it all night
Trackhawk sex when I nut, you hear the pipes
Rich young n-s, we got guns, we don't fight
Have you ever seen your baby daddy lose his life?
Smooth n- boogie, so I got a groove in her
She a lil' ratchet, shorty got some hood in her
Toxic bad b-, I'ma put it smooth in her
Big Dude, baby, I'ma put that wood in her
Moncler drip and double G on my waistline
Four, five stacks by the ten, I'ma make mine
On go, I can't stop like somebody cut my brake lines
Pull a n- runnin' like I told him hit the baseline
You ain't gettin' no money, n-, stop all that flodgin'
Hit your block like butter, when we hit it, we slidin'
When I click on that trigger, make the bullets start flyin'
It ain't safe for no n-, if I shoot, you dyin'
When I up with a stick, then the mamas start cryin'
Then the cops gon' come, hit the block with the sirens
And I am really crazy, I should be in the alliance
If your ass wanna die, then it's play with your time
Why a n- thought it's sweet tryna play with my mind?
And I hit her from the back, then I'm breakin' her spine
Should not dip on a b- just for wastin' my time
Can't f- with a ho 'cause she always lyin'
I just jump in the rocket, preparin' for takeoff
Work twenty-four seven with no day to take off
You snatch what I earn for to blow in your face off
I been had the juice, I just needed a break off
Bulldog status, pockets filled with cabbage
I pull in the money, attract like a magnet
Say, "Ma, where the smoke?" and she reach in the cabinet
Say, "Bro, where the opp?" and he send me the addy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (my number be addin', do-do-do)
Nigga, nigga, uh, nigga, nigga, uh, nigga (my number be addin', do-do-do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, b-, uh, nigga)