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lirik lagu history – fbg dutchie

[intro]
(ooh, gorilla boy got that heat)

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
these n*ggas see us, they get jittery, huh
these n*ggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
ain’t no question marks, no mysteries, huh
we blow you down and now you history

[post*chorus: fbg dutchie]
we send a n*gga to past life
clip with the d*ck, get ya ass piped
smell like some sh*t, get ya ass wiped
folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
we send a n*gga to past life
pull up on ya, let it blast right
chop’ got a knife, get ya ass sliced
you comin’ wrong, get ya ass right
[verse 1: wooski]
huh, give them the flucks
better give thеm the bucks
talkin’ tough? n*gga, what?
what you gon’ do when i pop out the cut
with nеllo with me and we linin’ you up?
then you trippin’, f*ck tryna duck
when we get to spazzin’, bullets get to blastin’
you act like you winnin’, we f*ckin’ you up
mention my gang, boy, that sh*t is so deadly
if i eat, bro do, too, i don’t like bein’ petty
i pulled up and hop out that white body chevy
i brung the .44, but that b*tch [?] too heavy
i blew his brains out, all you seen is spaghetti
hold up, pop a pill, hit the hen’, now i’m ready
the baby street sweeper size as a machete
i load that b*tch up while i’m gettin’ some becky
and i feel like ox like i’m off belly
n*ggas come in my house, we gon’ shoot it out
my mind on money, gang, and sellin’ cocaine
n*gga, f*ck you about?
i’ma run it up with my gang members, yeah, you know we gotta flex
who is this clizzy, cletus, thunky*ass n*gga that they just put to the test?

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
these n*ggas see us, they get jittery, huh
these n*ggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
ain’t no question marks, no mysteries, huh
we blow you down and now you history
[post*chorus: fbg dutchie]
we send a n*gga to past life
clip with the d*ck, get ya ass piped
smell like some sh*t, get ya ass wiped
folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
we send a n*gga to past life
pull up on ya, let it blast right
chop’ got a knife, get ya ass sliced
you comin’ wrong, get ya ass right

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
what you gon’ do when we pop out the dip
and them shots hit your face [?] back [?] and your lip?
and them shots out them ‘ks, they rain, make you flip
empty the clip, then we back through the dip
woo, get ’em and bag his ass, zip
woo smokin’ his ass out a zip
pull up with cuttas and cook ya like b*tter
go get you some luggage, we goin’ on a trip
who*who got smoked? i don’t know nothin’
true, hit your block with them poles, runnin’
shoot, drum beat a n*gga like he stole somethin’
blow it in his face like ya nose runnin’
i say, “woo wop, grab the woo wop”
that’s them hammers out the toolbox
put a n*gga in his shoebox
blow at 12 like you 2pac
who the new opps? f*ck the new opps
we gon’ smoke ’em, roll up new opps
smoke a n*gga like i’m guwop
cpn get us two drops, hoo
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
these n*ggas see us, they get jittery, huh
these n*ggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
ain’t no question marks, no mysteries, huh
we blow you down and now you history

- fbg dutchie

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