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lirik lagu dummy – jake paul

[verse 1: jake paul]
all designer on my body, off*white sneakers
flew that b*tch from outta town, but i don’t think she got a visa, yeah (visa, yeah)
white boy on the track like justin bieber
you still think this sh*t was sweet, now i’m the man, so i don’t need ’em, yeah (need ’em, yeah)
i came in with the hits like eric jidex
keep that check inside this louis like that boy from even stevens, yeah (stevens, yeah)
jesus piece around me in this demon
i just win again and win again, i don’t even got a reason, yeah (reason, yeah)
we got hot regardless of the season
i been ballin’ for a minute, feel like popeye off the spinach, yeah (spinach, yeah)
gassed up, sponsorship from 7*6
but i got shooters ’round ben simmons, feel like i play for the ‘6ers, yeah (‘6ers, yeah)
she gon’ eat this d*ck up like it’s dinner
know i’m winnin’, all my b*tches bent like i rode with the jenners (with the jenners)
we can’t chop it up, no, i ain’t feelin’
turned a dollar to a hundred, a toyota to a bentley, yeah (to a bentley, yeah)

[pre=chorus: jake paul]
lil’ dummy, you stupid lil’ dummy
i got money, now they love me (now they love me), you lil’ dummy (lil’ dummy)
no, you’re not my friend (not my friend), you’re not my buddy (not my buddy)
[?], and it’s lookin’ bl**dy

[chorus: jake paul]
you stupid dummy, you stupid lil’ dummy
i got money, now they love me, you a lil’ stupid dummy
lil’ dummy, playboy bunny (playboy bunny), she off the bubbly
red laferrari and it’s lookin’ really bl**dy
[verse 2: tvgucci & jake paul]
i’m just whippin’ through the city with j. pizzy in a masi’
with a baddie in the back seat, and she trippin’ off a molly
lil’ bitty from the boonies, and she look just like a barbie
big old .30 on my waist, roll with shooters that got bodies (woo)
all these n*ggas coochie, slip and slide inside my guccis
got my glizzy and my uzi, just in case they try to shoot me
got the opps up on my back, i do the dash, i’m tryna lose ’em (skrrt)
did two hundred on the highway, i was swervin’, tryna lose ’em
don’t you run up, there’s a body in the bag, are you stupid?
i be thumbin’ through the money, all these b*tches tryna count it
i be breakin’ down these bricks and i grew up in metro house
and these n*ggas stay hatin’, but the money stay pilin’
got yo’ b*tch up in the uber, she ’bout to slide and start wildin’
i could never count on n*ggas, rather count a hundred thousand
i got drillers and gorillas, n*ggas, you don’t want no problems
and my b*tches from the 6, but got a body from the islands (uh)

[pre*chorus: jake paul]
lil’ dummy, you stupid lil’ dummy
i got money, now they love me (now they love me), you lil’ dummy (lil’ dummy)
no, you’re not my friend (not my friend), you’re not my buddy (not my buddy)
[?], and it’s lookin’ bl**dy

- jake paul

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