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drumline - yung dizzy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m shootin’ this drac’, this b*tch sound like drumline
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ one time
b*tch ask me, “what do you do in your fun time?”
i told her, “get money, but i keep that fire just in case wan’ come past this gunline”
she like, “wiz, you cheat?” yeah, sometimes
he said all that gangster sh*t in his songs and couldn’t back it up, he died for what he said in his rhymes
this lil’ ho bad, she might be dime
k!ll a n*gga fast, he played, so he died
got cash on his head, them young n*ggas knocked out his mind
i be tryna stay humble, but i got it poppin’
tried to up with his gun, this drac’ made him drop it
got a couple b’s, i done left sh*t dead, the skeletons really do live in my closet

[verse]
i told her keep her p*ssy, only want her noggin
you know what that mean, i only want her head
jump out, blitz a n*gga, left his white tee red
took a n*gga out his life, he wasn’t prepared
n*gga, i got a bankroll on me right now
he gettin’ too c*cky, told that boy to pipe down
better shut the f*ck up ‘fore you hear how this mic sound
ride in the striker, prayin’ that i catch
it’s ’bout money and bodies in this street sh*t
n*gga, in my hood, been earned my respect
jumpin’ out of cars, leavin’ n*ggas stretched
f*ckin’ n*ggas’ broads, put ’em to the test
my partner in crime, free the war vet
we was hoppin’ out cars, takin’ n*ggas’ souls out they chests
b*tch be into somethin’, put a hole in his neck
[chorus]
i’m shootin’ this drac’, this b*tch sound like drumline
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ one time
b*tch ask me, “what do you do in your fun time?”
i told her, “get money, but i keep that fire just in case wan’ come past this gunline”
she like, “wiz, you cheat?” yeah, sometimes
he said all that gangster sh*t in his songs and couldn’t back it up, he died for what he said in his rhymes
this lil’ ho bad, she might be dime
k!ll a n*gga fast, he played, so he died
got cash on his head, them young n*ggas knocked out his mind
i be tryna stay humble, but i got it poppin’
tried to up with his gun, this drac’ made him drop it
got a couple b’s, i done left sh*t dead, the skeletons really do live in my closet

- yung dizzy lyrics

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