paroles de chanson Dumb - Skoobii

Wtf is you dumb
Two sticks and a drum
I aint never gonna run
I do this shit for fun
Got the pac in the mail just watch out when it come
Got the work on the scale in the trap going dumb
Got two daughters to feed i probably have a son
Got a jay in my hand imma blow till its done
And he thought i was playing skoobii aint the one
Leave him right where he lauing took away the fun

And my bro on the beat so you know imma kill this shit
And they dont know me now imma make em remember it
Trying to smoke out the pound and be high im illiterate
I already got two condom on when im hitting it
Fuck twele brody gonna post on eleventh he with the shit
Trap for my daughters on other shit
Sing to your bitch some mclovin shit
He say he gonna go to work no we aint ducking shit

G5 coking through sliding with fifty on him he aint playing with niggas
Money on me getting richer
Gas on me smoke thicker
Never love a bitch cause she gonna fuck who check bigger
Pills fucking up his liver
Crop a nigga out the frame fuck the bigger picture
Imma Six figure nigga
And i be on the block yeah im Two Six
Shit on my neck and my fir worht two bricks
Told me he looking for me i dont see shit
When you see skoob on the track its a big hit
Fifty deep on the block how you gonna slide with one stick
Yeah im really with it i dont duck shit
Big face on the board likenits trukfit
Tuck shit
Treat that boy like baby how i pluck shit
And i got a simi homie
And it hold a fifty
Im Shooting out plenty homie
Lil nigga get with me homie
Latino bitch with me homie
Lovato no demi homie
She gave me a quickie homie
Kick her out the bently homie
Bullets fast as a cheetah homie
I aint never need her homie
And Its nice to meet you homie
Smoking lightskin kiesha homie
On the block like a meter homie
Look at death like the reaper homie
And imma teach the teacher homie
You gonna die if you creep up on me
Td up bitch imma rock it out
Be on the block i aint hiding show me what you really bout
In the stu bitch i aint clocking out
Out of state and out of mind im just trying to make it out
Fucked up how imma take it out
Throw my pain up in a rhyme roll it up and smoke it out
Puring on me we gonna take you out
Choppas forties and some nines we aint trying to pay it out

Wtf is you dumb
Two sticks and a drum
I aint never gonna run
I do this shit for fun
Got the pac in the mail just watch out when it come
Got the work on the scale in the trap going dumb
Got two daughters to feed i probably have a son
Got a jay in my hand imma blow till its done
And he thought i was playing skoobii aint the one
Leave him right where he lauing took away the fun