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dribble up - smurc480 & benjisojancy lyrics

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she said she like my dribble up game
she know that it’s elite

i can come in with a lay or i can bust it from the three

ain’t no **** that’s gone step
or finna’ do it like me

luke kane kickin’ in, does that that i see

need bands, i know what come first, it ain’t no losin’ sh*t
if we on the line, camp to camp, i’ma send a blitz
i don’t like to talk much, most **** be singin’ sh*t
got it out the field, you ain’t heard of me needin’ sh*t
i don’t do rookies, i’m tryna bump out on competitive

he said he had pape but i checked
that sh*t was negative

i don’t do busters’ clowns, or yee’s, sh*t
who let em in

worried about me while i’m on paper, need to do better than sh*t

what he ass stashed up in his leatherman
wasn’t in class, was in the field tryna get it in
you ain’t see five, my first ten felt like big ben

i beat her from the back with every inch, i’m tryna dig in

i need another zip, i’m finna roll up
why do i got **** mad and they don’t know us

i ain’t bothered with these custos, i got it sewed up i’m anti*anti*stay to’ myself, cause they might fold up

all right, **** said it’s war, let me load up
it cost a beef and you can’t even afford to smoke none

same **** out her asking aye let me hold some
**** be broke*ass bums, it’s time to hoe em

stack it till i can’t, won’t let it fold up

sliden in my inbox, on bunk, ah get you towed up

off a foe of trish, cali plug, finna roll up

yop, bangz, yop
bop for a slight piece, feel like i’m risk takin

this b*tch ah free sm*t, could probably back page her

reaching for my goals, it ain’t bout pape, why the f*ck we hangin

put more fire on this bumbaclat but i ain’t jamaican

goodness gracious, baby tryna f*ck, but this d*ck got payments

come make that transaction on the gang but i still won’t smack it, she p*ssed off

pretty broke b*tch and now my d*ck’s soft

all right, all right
b*tch, this the fourth quarter

wong move, gon’ get you picked

this b*tch gon’ post me on the gram, the f*ck this b*tch on
i won’t kiss, i won’t eat the tw*t, i’m breakin’ backbone

she think this sh*t gon’ go together, it won’t last long

b*tch, i’m tryna make these payments in a fast way
have my **** slidn down yo’ block the nearest cascade

way too many hoes in one room and ain’t none of them basic

why every time a **** roll a eight, b*tch, i gotta face it

took a lot of l’s, but it was to the chin

you the type of b*tch to put a tv on your black bin

b*tch, i used to have a lot of hoes, but that was back then

she a janky b*tch, but want a ring go ask, the last man

i just dropped the wood, but i ain’t finna spaz

i’m that **** flirtin’ with your b*tch while you sittin’ in class

b*tch mad because i move on quick with my fast ass

**** sent a song, i left that b*tch in the trash bag bangz, yop

- smurc480 benjisojancy lyrics

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