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scoreboard (remix) - mdot 59 lyrics

[intro]
that vietnamese guy giving a business to those vietnam vets (baow, baow, baow)
scoreboard, scoreboard, aw, what happened to your friend?
hey i know that guy, i k!ll him, he cry like a b*tch

[verse]
focus up with the g, he think he wavy, not wavier than me
wanna chill with the f’s? roll q in a splee
gotta walk up the block, start tapping the g
tap, tap, tap, n*gga fast on his feet, what the f*ck you gon’ do when i back out the g?
n*gga wd*40, the glock got a beam
f*ck the rap, man, i suit up like bron on the heat
walk down on the 4, they know the vibes i done turned on the beam they start duckin’ they hеad
i think that’s a opp, i can tell by the dreads, whеn i cl!cked through the 4, man, i thought he was dead
creep low with the g, gotta get in your stance, keep cl!cking the g ’til that sh*t c*ckin’ back
it won’t jam on the drill, if you make an excuse on the drill, i’ma cl!ck then you walking it back
the d’s getting heavy, you p*ss on your hand when you done with the drill, n*gga, don’t make it messy
citibike with the g, i think that we hit us an opp on the scene, they gon’ call it a mess
i got too much to lose, but i keep thinking ’bout nu, so right now i’ma give him my best
n*gga shout*out the dreadhead, smoking the jet dead right in the blunt, he keep punching my chest
look through the smoke when i think i see ray
pop wanna diss, i was punching his face
deady a d*ck, shouldn’t have played with his gun, but he played with his gun, n*gga, now he a eighth
what’s up with the taylor? ar keep suckin’ our d*ck, he do bad need to stay in his place
n*ggas gon’ cap like they come to the f, they don’t come to the f, man, that sh*t not the case
n*ggas smoking on damo, they suckin’ they d*ck for the clout word to bro, we gon’ show ’em a vibe
i can merch they was fl!ckin’ they wrist, same week n*ggas went on the bus tryna fl!ck on the ‘hive
every track n*ggas dissin’ and making this sh*t sound good, n*ggas looking for dot 59
they don’t come to the f, n*ggas know what it is, n*ggas know what i’m on when they run into the prime
like free raf, we not gon’ get on his ass, but wiki, bro know he did bad
die l’zz, n*gga wiki saw me in the stu’, he gon’ cap for the net i was whooping his ass
bloxkz on d*ck, n*gga really the reason i really be smokin’ on laquai dash
thought he was tough tryna scap and he ran, n*gga caught him a shot, put him right in the past
oyk, i don’t know why they talking the most, they got too many deads to go count
edot a d*ck, n*gga he was the ticket and sh*t, couldn’t handle too much of the clout
notti a d*ck, n*gga, dd ain’t slide for bro, he just post on ig account
dudey keep rapping, but i’ma just show you what’s all of the hype ’bout the fl!ckers about
baow, baow

- mdot 59 lyrics

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