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dth flick pt.2 - nazdth, benzodag, mdot 59 & lee wixk lyrics

[verse 1: nazdth]
baby ootz been tryna get busy, told ’em lose the g then he getting the fizzy
got faith in lil’ bro, he gettin’ fl!cky
you know i had to lean ’til the whole clip empty
and the d’s on my d*ck tryna catch me, growing up they was plottin’ against me
double l3 and it’s still free lefty, watch how i bang out the g if they test me
back blocks on the spect’, i’m with floater
i got love for the bros and the [?]
said she gon’ line up a kreep, what’s the hold up?
[?] shots, make a big n*gga fold up
like a trend, matter fact like a stroller
bino headpop, hole like a donut
dayhound special, one shot he a goner
stackz got tagged but they still wanna troll us
why the f*ck he can’t dance in them vids, when his mans tryna jack he ain’t hit?
jb, why you stop jackin’ the 5th? n*gga heard that a tranny was sucking your d*ck
every track that you dropped suckin’ dth d*ck but you know how we get when you seen me in [?]
word to bro he get smacked with the front of the whip if he loaf on that block, n*gga we do the hits
i be telling lil’ aj to chill, but he keep tryna go for the k!ll
he threw shots on mk, he threw shots on the kreeps, never asked him to up i know lil’ bro will
with the trend at the top of the hill, we had lil’ man duckin almost felt how we feel
when the g jammed up, had to cop a new drill
[?]

[verse 2: benzodag]
n*ggas go to the stu’ and they just wanna chat, if he loaf on that block i’ma bang on the gat
[?] got beat, had to punch on the hat
he ain’t one of mine, he get sleezed for his chain
n*ggas don’t slide, stop postin’ your mans
throw the beam on his back and just watch how he dance
before he get to running he ain’t getting a chance
baow, 3
what the f*ck is a [?] bop? do the bboy bop while i’m totin’ this chop
go up the block tryna test a new knock, like n*ggas be cap stop playin’ with my bop
come through my ave’, i’ma show ’em who black, when i throw on my ski don’t give me a dap
renegade b, i done fl!cked on a makk, i threw pain out the deuce when i ran into [?]
[verse 3: mdot 59]
yeah i’m cool with the packers, who tellin’ me what?
anyone tryna bluff, i’ma show ’em what’s up
[?] for the heads yeah i reach, never jump, gotta stay on your feet, double hand when you dump
yeah i’m the prime but i slide with the jet, 59 in the clip tryna go for the lay
n*ggas must’ve forgot how we got when they mention the jet, word to bro n*ggas know we don’t play
like f*ck the o’s, n*ggas standing on business
like, dotty put one in his biscuit
we on the hill, spot a o i’ma risk it, an o outta bounds, i’ma dunk on the ticket
150k, n*ggas mentionin’ hounds so we threw for the hound, word to bro should’ve clapped ’em
i’m with the ripk and the makk, 48 on the scene, n*gga reach for his gat i’ma grab him
oyk, ogzk, n*ggas gettin’ me tight, n*ggas linkin’ for safety
aj got cut in the spot, n*gga boogz got shot in his face, man ya n*ggas ain’t crazy, like
rock him to sleep like a baby, don’t think ’cause you ape [?] for safety
like i start banging on n*ggas with stacey on anyone tryna slide on my side and get wavy
bloxkz, you was just running from me, n*gga lying on quai but he rapping on beats
pop, you was just ducking the g, threw 10 out the g when we went to the kreeps
like, why they keep suckin’ our beef? it was thirty and better we threw on the bz
bloxkz, why you keep mentionin’ me? like i ain’t go throw on 46 with my glee
enough is enough, now we out to the l’zz, n*ggas know how i get, word to bro i ring bells
n*ggas mention the jet, worda bro i dropped sh*lls, every trip on the hill n*ggas k!lling themself
gun jammed up on the drill, started beating this b*tch on the drill, why the f*ck its not working?
.45 bark on the drill, started bangin’ the back of the gat, word to bro it start twerkin’
bro wanna know how to throw with a glock 9, beam on the g word to bro he start learnin’
give her the tap tap, throw on a backpack, no hip sh*t, worda bro it start burnin’
(bro wanna know how to throw with a glock 9, beam on the g word to bro he start learnin’
give her the tap tap, throw on a backpack, no hip sh*t, worda bro it start burnin’)
[verse 4: lee wixk]
he talking on fs, shoutout the ape, gave one to the chest
os on d*ck but the 4o barkin’, they know the vibes when they come through the f
think that i’m loafin’ but this sh*t on the hip
got your b*tch in the party tryna whine on the bl!ck
got dot in the cut tryna go for the win
ek hit, he was crawling and sh*t
nazzy was ducking pain from the g, walkin’ through his block like sh*t all sweet
dudey feel comfy dissin’ my block ’cause o to the y, word to bro we gon’ off ’em
we gon’ creep on a kreep, now creep outta bounds, keep your head in the game and tote on your heat
all guns inside when you hop in this ride, put one in the head, get the drop on the opps
put the lights on the opps like it’s 4th of july, get to boomin’ the gun, if he run he gon’ die, if he freeze on the spot, put the dial on his mind
no emotion or fear, we don’t stop on no side
baby jay on the 4 deuce, totin’ the big knock
[?]
1k ran up, now that’s a man down, all that talk got the lil’ n*gga gunned down
i can spin with a hound, i can spin with a jet but don’t get it confused, i got love for my trend
two guns up get three man down, scope with a point like i’m hunting a fox
beam on his head when the red dot lock
drew to the nick, all them n*ggas shot
damo bussin’, n*gga got popped
bouba diss, his brother got shot

- nazdth benzodag mdot 59 lee wixk lyrics

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