Lyrics:
to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
I'm off that 18 dummy juice
Nigga, Raggaman, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super duper
to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
I'm off that 18 dummy juice
Nigga, Raggaman, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super duper
doing dumb shit)
I be doing dumb shit, (I be doing dumb shit) I be doing dumb shit
(I keep doing dumb shit)
You're the only one I love but
I be doing
doing dumb shit)
I be doing dumb shit, (I be doing dumb shit) I be doing dumb shit
(I keep doing dumb shit)
You're the only one I love but
I be doing
doing dumb shit)
I be doing dumb shit, (I be doing dumb shit) I be doing dumb shit
(I keep doing dumb shit)
You're the only one I love but
I be doing
dumb shit (I be doing dumb shit)
I be doing dumb shit (I keep doing dumb shit)
I swear you're the only one I love but
I be doing dome shit
I swear I
There's a rooster, a hen, a black dog
By my kid in the yard
And I've tattooed the head
Of the woman I've wed on my arm
We sit on the lawn
or evergreen touch hair
You're black, white, beige, cholo
Descent, you're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities, left
You outcast, bullied,
During an earthquake, urine in your face
'Cause you're fake, ah, what the fuck? That hurt, wait
Ah, what the fuck? I just got struck by lightning
(pretty)
How I'd love to know
For if I had a chance to hold you
I'd never let you go
You're my queen in the black
With your time-stopping body
Fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Fi-fi-fix yo face fo' I catch
Fix fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Fi-fi-fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Bitch, fix yo lips
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Oh no, here we go again
Blame the white people
If you don't
You're a phony dem
Being deceitful shows
When you run your lips
Only stupid people
Don't
realer
I'll choke you out baby, nothin' vanilla
Baby, come close i'm coppin' a feeler
Come run your hip's close you're one in a milla
Sex appeal dumb
wanna catch your shit
You're dumb, in fact you're thick
Played at your own game, pack your shit
No game, but I'm not a no name, I'm an artist
Got
Now when I say people I mean color
You a stupid mother-
I'm trying to stress the
Fact that you're dumb
Get yourself presentable, son, and just come
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm
away from the swine
As I rhyme and effects your slide into tape decks
Light black in your face, what do you do next?
The question posed -- you're livin
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
Discuss these youre dumb by black lips Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In