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ebk young joc - dumb and dumber كلمات أغنية

[intro: bris]
ayy
bris
(sparkymadeitslap)
free rich
ayy

[verse 1: bris]
do a drill with that pole, throw it in the ocean (throw it in the ocean)
lil’ dough on e14, he take hoes to oakland (he take hoes to oakland)
i’m geekin’ off this perc’, yeah, i go ferocious (way too turnt)
wasn’t no pack up in that trap, so i sold him lotion

[verse 2: ebk young joc]
21, ebk hotboii, 12_7 (hot)
i can’t f_ck with n_ggas, they iffy and they be tellin’ (shh)
kd hit for p’s, i hit the plug, he told me mail it (he told me mail it)
you can charge him whatever, he gon’ cop it and still sell it (and still sell it)

[verse 3: bris]
ayy, joc, what it look like? (what it look like?)
i got auntie in the kitchen ’cause she cook right (she cook right)
lil’ b_tch slide visas, so she book flights (she slidin’)
i was gamblin’ with my life whеn i shook dice (when i shook dice)

[verse 4: ebk young joc]
uh, lil’ b_tch, you actin’ dumb now?
i ain’t fightin’ sh_t, who told you i’m gon’ put my gun down? (hеy, what the f_ck?)
i know a b_tch who strip, hold boots, and do run_outs
og can’t tell me sh_t, my brother bris just knocked his son out (ah_ah_ah_ah)
[verse 5: bris]
yeah, that mini knocked him down, you wanna fade with who? (wanna fade with who?)
i hate them dumb_ass n_ggas that wanna taste the juice (he wanna taste the juice)
banana clips on all my guns because i bang the fruit (yeah, it’s fruitridge)
let it blow on rap n_ggas like i play the flute (bah_bah_baow)

[verse 6: ebk young joc]
ayy, this is not a race (this is not a race)
i got lil’ baby shakin’ ass in her lingerie (oh, oh, oh)
sparky on the beat, he made this slap like he dr. j (ayy)
flock fifty out this gleek, watch him drop and shake (ah_ah_ah_ah)

[verse 7: bris]
we on a fire drill, ayy, stop, drop, and roll (stop, drop, and roll)
last time i dropped this lo’, the n_gga dropped his pole (n_gga dropped his pole)
i swear me and joc been rockin’ since like rock and roll (huh, like rock and roll)
when i walk out, all the b_tches ask, “where’d papa go?” (where’d papa go?)
ayy, been big dogs since baby pit bulls (bloods)
yeah, i left my clip drew, you left your clip full (where your slugs?)
and i gotta leave it empty, that’s a ridge rule (lil’ mama)
sh_lls droppin’ out the tool, i used to ditch school (we was ditchin’)

[verse 8: ebk young joc]
it’s so many of us shootin’, brodie dropped the drac’
if he try to run, chase him down, we gon’ hop the gate (we on his ass)
we don’t call crystal glass rocks, we call it frosted flakes (call it frosted flakes)
calm your ass down, don’t get popped trippin’ off the drank (bah_bah_bah_bah)
woo, sh_t, i’m finna d_mn near fall (i’m finna d_mn near fall)
we on the court, ain’t no passin’, i’ma hog the ball (i ain’t passin’ sh_t)
pull up, not raindrops, we drop waterfalls (brr)
when we see a crowd, i’m gon’ clear it and shh all of y’all (shh)
[verse 9: bris]
snitch n_ggas, where they do that at? (where they do that at?)
in the trap with u_haul the way i move that pack (move that pack)
she like, “d_mn, bris, you d_mn near blew my back” (d_mn near blew my back)
n_ggas f_ckin’ with the suckers, i ain’t bool with that (i ain’t bool with that)
i’m like who is that? he look like charlamagne (charlamagne)
left him with a bald fade and i hardly aimed (i hardly aimed)
if i ever take a loss, i’ma charge the game (i’ma charge the game)
if you ever see a n_gga blinkin’, better spark the thing (better spark it)
you hear that fft_fft, that’s a thing starter (that’s a thing starter)
shane out and free zay, that’s our main brother (that’s my main brother)
banana clip, mad face, got the gang sharper (got the gang hot)
pass lil’ bro the gucci belt ’cause he gon’ spank somethin’ (he gon’ spank opps)

[verse 10: ebk young joc]
i’m from belair, not the 7, b_tch, 6 stir pots (ah)
somebody grab a pop, i’m finna drop, i got a six of wock’ (to the store)
slap the fully switch and get to ah_ah, boy, this ain’t no chop (brrt)
spin a n_gga block, if i do, somebody gettin’ dropped (ah_ah_ah_ah)
speakin’ on the gang, you know we bouncin’ out on any block
told me keep it goin’, i’m on fire, got the city hot (hot, hot)
that n_gga actin’ like the plug, but he really not (hey, what the f_ck?)
watch your tone, don’t get slapped, lil’ silly thot (lil’ silly thot)
we blow 40s, we blow nickels, and ten milli’ glocks (ah_ah_ah_ah)
got attachments on this gl!ck, can’t you see the dot? (ayy)
i just bought the ching_ching, lil’ ling a thot (ayy)
i drink lean, not no liquor, but we servin’ shots (ah_ah_ah_ah)
[outro]
(sparkymadeitslap)

- ebk young joc

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