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unda da trees - dubee lyrics

[verse 1]
n*gga now how you gon f*ck wit a playa like me
smokin’ doja weed, keyed wit the hen
mic away, tryna make a b*tch slave
and on the microphone i leave a trick in a daze
so peep as your voice spit the sh*t like this
keep the studio tacked off doja mist
and spit a dose of this p*i*m*p*i*n*g
hundred percent hog sh*t for my cuddies and freaks
so n*gga peep game, let me get up in your brain
and lay some of you fools on how these soldiers maintain
and mayne it’s just that game spit up on that highest level
up in the ghetto, burning n*gga strap, scr*p metal
bucking blade fellows if thеy come faulty with curve up in your blood
sucka back up off me, i’m f*cking with thе thugs
serving dubs with they mugs on mean
up on the avenue, up under the trees

[chorus]
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them mark street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them mark street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game
[verse 2]
now up under the trees you see g’s plenty
some older than thrity and some younger than twenty, but best believe me
i won’t deceive thee when i say these n*ggas blowin’ brains up out beanies
and the cream be poppin’ daily
so maybe that baby white girl can get the chevy dipped with a pearl
cuff white seats with their brand names blown
and if the track keep me fed i put them thangs on
415 with the zap code
and these b*tches steady wonder what the strap for
we keep metal for those jealous fellows
you set trip, we empty the clip up on they mob fo dos
case closed, you already know we throw elbows
up our bail broke, left fifty sh*lls on
the pavement, left you see through like cheese
f*ckin wit the g’s up under the trees

[chorus]
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them mark street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them mark street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game
[verse 3]
i be up under the trees on the m*a*r*k
as soon as the dark hit, sick n*ggas start sh*t
all up in this ghetto, world this crazy place
where motherf*ckers blast at a crazy face
but that’s the way it goes, i eat the rules of the game
fool, try me and watch thy lose thy t**th to the street or the pavement
with currup in your blood fool, the choppa couldn’t save you
that true behavior, keep a n*gga on his p’s and q’s
i f*ck with hogs and dogs, check the fleas and fools n*gga
i’m all about my foot a fetti, f*ck a brid natty
breakin’ em down in the town, mobbin’ chevys
bogey full of mob n*ggas, sharp n*ggas
open up the brain, get up out the top n*ggas
i f*ck with thugs with they mugs on mean
up on the avenue up under the trees

[chorus]
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them march street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game
so when you see me on the a*v*e
f*cking with them march street cl!ck, serving creamy
it’s just that hog sh*t, all up in my veins
tryna feed you fools brain with game

- dubee lyrics

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