sw33t dr3ams - cert1fi3djayy lyrics
[intro]
ayy, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
like huh, what?
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
ayy, ayy
[verse 1]
that n*gga got hit with a drac’
blitz ate ’em all off of the plate
f*ck n*gga, don’t [?] hate
catch a opp, yeah, we jumpin’ the gate
try to run, n*gga, ain’t no escape
tried to save a n*gga, it was too late
f*ck n*gga had died, his mama cried
’cause i catch him with a .9 to his face
had walked him down, yeah, we got his ass
f*ck n*gga done ran, yeah, he did the dash
like [?], we was on his ass
i done took his b*tch, and she let me smash
and she gave me head, yeah, that sh*t was trash
she not tryna f*ck, then she gotta pass
that n*gga be actin’ like hе into cash
(stop all the actin’, n*gga)
[chorus]
rockin’ our hits, yeah, we goin’ stupid
young n*gga, hе skinny, he built like a toothpick
she throwin’ it back, her ass is too thick
f*ck n*gga, he special, his ass might be acoustic
we airin’ our glocks, yeah, n*gga, we shoot sh*t
tryna play in my face like a n*gga was stupid
we smokin’ the wood, yeah, n*gga, we zooted
(d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
[verse 2]
d*mn, walk in the spot, yeah, we hot as f*ck
he got hit with the chop, yeah, we light it up
he got hit in the stomach like tummy tuck
f*ck n*gga had died, yeah, he outta luck
f*ck n*gga had dissed, but we shut him up
she all on my d*ck, yeah, she tryna f*ck
but i told her, “lil’ baby, i ain’t tryna cuff”
(d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
came through swervin’ on that b*tch just like a trackhawk
that n*gga got put in a ditch, yeah, he got caught
totin’ ars with extended clips like it’s blackhawks
and that f*ck n*gga got hit with this sh*t, yeah, he got popped
n*gga lackin’, got hit with this switch, yeah, he got dropped
my n*ggas packin’, yeah, they totin’ sticks, got the block hot
young n*gga trappin’, yeah, i’m servin’ bricks, servin’ sh*t off
f*ck n*gga was cappin’, yeah, he talkin’ sh*t, knocked his cap off
[chorus]
rockin’ our hits, yeah, we goin’ stupid
young n*gga, he skinny, he built like a toothpick
she throwin’ it back, her ass is too thick
f*ck n*gga, he special, his ass might be acoustic
we airin’ our glocks, yeah, n*gga, we shoot sh*t
tryna play in my face like a n*gga was stupid
we smokin’ the wood, yeah, n*gga, we zooted
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