Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dub , by - DregoRelease date: 18.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dub |
| I put a dub on your ass, get you slumped for real |
| I could sit a dub on her ass 'cause she thick as hell |
| Bitch, I’m rich as hell |
| All this Bond No. 9, she like, «What's that smell?» |
| Can’t drop no bodies on our block, we ain’t takin' L’s |
| We gon' sell that shit whole, we don’t need a scale |
| She like, «Boy, what’s your name? |
| That shit ring a bell» |
| Some of my niggas locked up, yeah, free Lil L |
| We like the Pistons back in '89 |
| My shooter three point percentage at a ninety-nine |
| I’m a young OG born in '95 |
| I send beans OT and get forty-fiv |
| Huh, throw up in your bitch, she gettin' creampi |
| Westside legend, but right now, I’m on the Eastside |
| Put an eight in my pop, it look like purple dye |
| I’m from the Murder City, boy, it’s either murk or die |
| When that crank rock up, it look like porcupines |
| Knock an eight out the park like I’m Barry Bonds |
| My mans Black as hell, but sell white, he Uncle Tom |
| Auntie coppin' all the time, I call her Mary J Blige |
| Bitch, you know I’m dyin' like a gangster, ain’t ridin' with no wanksta |
| I’m worth six figures, bitch, I’m ridin' with a banger |
| I’m in Hunkytown sellin' pills where they hangin' |
| But I got different flavors and money by the pages, bitch |
| Drop a couple shells through your whip, watch the windows shatter |
| Pockets got they ass done, it can’t get no fatter (At all) |
| All you talk about is shit that don’t really matter |
| I told my Mexican plug Black lives matter |
| Ayy, migo, I’m tryna see what burrito weigh |
| I told my mama, «Put this up,» you should’ve seen her face |
| We gettin' the type of money the casino make |
| Fiend hit the work, his face got that Dorito taste |
| And yeah, we all ballin' like we all-stars |
| All pullin' up in fast cars, we like NASCAR |
| The way I hit the mall coppin', they think I’m Paul Blart |
| Came home wantin' to make money, fuck a head start |
| Bitch, I can hit your ass from very far, uh |
| I turn you to a score just like Ed Hardy |
| I got them hitters in the club, boy, at every party |
| We got Sam, we got Spencer, this ain’t iCarly |
| She can do the two-hand twist, nigga, I taught her |
| I put a muzzle on the pit, it won’t stop barkin' |
| Let it hit him with the drank, he can’t stop sharkin' |
| I don’t even wanna fuck, she cannot arch it |
| Nigga, why bargain? |
| I get this shit in for the low and cook it like Portland |
| I think it’s two and a half men, nigga, like Charlie |
| I got this shit on my own, nigga, like Bari |