Lyrics:
and it's early
12:49 on a Sunday
My life is dumb I'm a dumb boy
This simple truth will belong here
Let's go to the park let's go watch the blinding
your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you
face
Ya boy the black '06 version of Scarface
And the Bay is where I made my name
Where niggas go dumb like Damian Wayne
Yeah it's hyphy but some
Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads
Bald-head
Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb
Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'
And if you listen then you know we're not
come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns
Loca
Loca
Loca
Dance or die
Loca
Loca
She's playin' dumb all the time, just to keep it fun
To get you on like, ah, be careful, amigo
She's
champagne yeah I'll give you a sip
'Bout to go dumb how come,
Yeah, that's my bitch
That's my bitch, sh-shorty right there
That's my bitch, that's my
I'll play Cupid
But if you play dumb
Then I'll play stupid
Boy you got me all wrong
How could you break down our love in a song
I tried to stay strong
I
a stupid mothafucka!
Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb
Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'
And if you listen
Uh,
Homie i remember everything,
every single blunt lit,
me and my homies we was all up on that dumb shit,
hittin' that one lick,
gettin' us dumb
yea
I'm getting to that Munyun
You worried about a bitch ion want none of em
That boy is a lick , we call em a dum dum
I put the racks up yea that was
It's gon' be a sad day, I let you go
This a different kind of love
Ain't had this before
Money counter, I ain't dumb ain't got to much rolls
Hope
We serve teardrops, prolific flow from Jamaica
Wake up, we getting that bread like a baker
Take ya life like it's nothing, boys swing
I will blood
you know what's up
Thinkin I'm gettin some, damn was I so dumb
Take her to the crib.. thinkin I'm gon' live
But you got, all these excuses,
How
the little church around
The corner, but now I see.
It never was meant to be.
Once she used to praise me.
Why is she so high hat?
Boy, does she amaze me.
Tell
bad)
My life be like, ooh-ah-ooh
Dum dum diti, here comes that boy from the capital city
Last up on the Grits new ditty
But eight bars of the truth
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
could come
So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come
Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
Place packed, capacity maximum
Due to my man Polo
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
the gates, it's a resort
Gotta watch for these devils that steal your shit and get control (yeah)
Careful on that road, dumb lil' nigga getting low on what
of the muslim
Lovely dead boy suddenly struck dumb
Lovely dead boy started smoke crack
Lovely dead boy was known as freak
Lovely dead boy was busted in
You got me punching my pillow every morning
Got me out here looking dumb, dumb, dumb
I told my sister all about you
She said, "Babe you better
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
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