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D.U.B.Z
Giggs feat.Joe Grind
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Yo, so you know I'll do this thing?
A-yo what I'm saying Dubz?
I hear these niggas talking like they don't know what you're about
Like you don't do this thing
So hear what I'm saying
I want you to lay it down, I want you to do your thing
Go hard body, show these niggas what you're about, yeah?
Yo, alright let's go
I never had a routine when I was younger
I wanted new things, I want the shoes clean matching my jumper
So I had to do things, I went through teens mashing my jumper
Jackie you couldn't do things like what we jump chuck
The food's mean and I hang in the slum where there's loose beans and gets hungrier
Now a few fiends are banging my number don't consent your food that'll be dumb bruh
'Cause if you do then we bump ya, the shots ricochet off the roof and the bumper
The clipper spray, leave a youth in a dumpster
Just a sin, it's gonna try with my brothers furthermore
Awaiting his house and dive about the covers like that, motherfucker
Nah, brrakka-brrakka, run out of them shells when I'm slack with the cutter
We got this in the back trying to put us in the bin
Because of you snitch niggas you need slugs in your skin
For the D and the W the ring of the line
But the sets hit the strip we got money on the mind
We got this in the back trying to put us in the bin
Because of you snitch niggas you need slugs in your skin
For the D and the W the ring of the line
But the sets hit the strip we got money on the mind
Look, I'm lost and I never felt lonelier
The imposters I've never been phonier
I see them smile but I know that it's phony love
That's why I ride 'round the zone with the chromy tucked
Fiends show me love 'cause most of them know me as the nigga that sells the drugs washed with ammonia
Look homie I'm a hustler, stick bony but the muscle's tucked
Exposing all your muddled up, brrang, now you Cody want to cuddle up
Bang, make a homie do the double Dutch
Hang, I don't give one motherfuck
I let the Smith & Wesson go buh-buh-buh
In the kitchen cold bubble up, that's how your flip goes double up
I'm a pit no muzzle bruh, skitzo, it's no Christmas carol bruh
Spliff roll, hip low, wrist glow, chicks go, this low, kiss low
Dicks get the powdered up, yeah, you get your whole crew showered up
You're a coward 'cause you and your boys real
The beef kicks off you put your phone on a voicemail
You niggas a pussy remind me of moist girls
Thinking I'm pussy, you find out the toy's real
Thinking to push me, you find out the choice fell
Well, that's it boy I'm putting one in the dogs tell
We got this in the back trying to put us in the bin
Because of you snitch niggas you need slugs in your skin
For the D and the W the ring of the line
But the sets hit the strip we got money on the mind
We got this in the back trying to put us in the bin
Because of you snitch niggas you need slugs in your skin
For the D and the W the ring of the line
But the sets hit the strip we got money on the mind
Alright, it's Big Rap, it's Hardbody, Hollowman and Dubz, yeah?
So you niggas know what time it is
And right now, we're doing it big
I see you next time