Dumb It Down

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Jaey Kilo

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Give me a second to dumb it down
I’m making it blunt for these simp’ niggas
I’ma come through with a hundred rounds
Can’t clutch on a rifle you wimp nigga
No gun walk I swag with a limp nigga
Rounds in the mag’ big as shrimp nigga
I put that boy up not a blimp nigga
Like my Unc’ i’ma move like a pimp nigga
Unh, i’m with it, yeah all that
Smack a bitch in the face, she talk back
I won’t give her no ride, “bitch walk back”
No respect for the hoe, she all cap
I don’t beef through the phone, won’t call back
I’ma pull right up on them, then park back
Walk down on they ass, and draw straps
Leave a stain the street, then chalk that
Scratch ‘em all off, we up the sco’
Keep it quiet, and don’t give ‘em ‘nuff to know
My brother on side me, and love the smoke
He slime but he loyal, it’s tough to show
If you get it you get it, you don’t you don’t
Ain’t the same lil’ boy, you know I grown’t
Doing this and that, but he know he won’t
Careful doing that flodging, you end up shown’t
Lil’ nigga, you ending up embarrassed
Gon’ pay for them lies, with 10 terrors
You was never around, or been near us
In Miami, I act like i’m in Paris
I still, ain’t got me no passport
When I get it i’m gone, no last hope
They working my nerves, it’s past smoke
I might lynch one of these niggas, no bad joke
They names should be Remy, them rats spoke
No Ratatouille, ‘cause we past those
When I f*ck her, I tell her “Look back hoe”
While she biting her lip, for to mask moans
I’ma nut inside her, love to cream pie
Got a fetish for it, since a teen I
Did never ask them, to be mine
I just did the deed, and it seemed fine
I live how I rap, I rap how I live
I’m keeping it quiet, about what I build
They’ll see the progression, when I touch a mill
Know i’ma do it, by keeping it trill
Slide on ‘em, we don’t spare locals
We dump all they bodies, in Chernobyl
Dip from the scene, a pair stolos
Them lil’ niggas flodge, and scared over
He can’t be a killer, he owe bodies
Done did something about him, he don’t know ‘bout it
He like posting them guns, but won’t shot it
He ain’t hitting no heads, his nose snotty
Put his scalp, where his neck stand
He stuck in the mud, no quick sand
We come to your wedding, with TEC’s hand
Shoot the bride, and the groom, and the best man
Knock off the maids of honorers
My lil’ shawty do it, it’s hard to scare her
Funeral, shoot the pall-bearer
Tryna violate, ‘till it’s all fairer
Scratch that, ‘till we one up
Ain’t no evens, seeing none of us
Eat her out from the back, my tongue up
Down and to the side, and my thumb up
In her asshole, plus some ecstasy
She needed no drugs, have sex with me
It just add on, to her flex with me
My sex drive high, put it next to me
It’s 5:58, we still hunching
I keep eating her out, she still cumming
I’m still a thug, i’ma steal something
Still in the streets, i’m still clutching
Give me a second to dumb it down
I’m making it blunt for these simp niggas
I’ma come through with a hundred rounds
Can’t clutch on a rifle you wimp nigga
No gun walk I swag with a limp nigga
Rounds in the mag’ big as shrimp nigga
I put that boy up not a blimp nigga
Like my Unc’ i’ma move like a pimp nigga
Unh, i’m with it, yeah all that
Smack a bitch in the face, she talk back
I won’t give her no ride, “bitch walk back”
No respect for the hoe, she all cap
I don’t beef through the phone, won’t call back
I’ma pull right up on them, then park back
Walk down on they ass, and draw straps
Leave a stain the street, then chalk that

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