Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dubby , by - Jon Connor. Release date: 25.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dubby |
| One of the realest to ever spit it |
| 'Bout to lose it but I’m still winning |
| Niggers say fuck me, they can’t touch me |
| But they still feel it |
| I’m feeling great as I watch these people be fake |
| If you ain’t know me when I was broke |
| I don’t know you now that I’m straight |
| Straight up, my weight up |
| I run shit, can’t wait up |
| It’s fuck y’all then break up |
| My head strong, nigga say pop |
| So what you get out of here |
| And use your push it boy |
| I’m so close to the edge |
| I’m begging y’all to push me boy |
| They got these rappers gased |
| My tank is fucking empty |
| They probably want me gone |
| But the people keep fucking with me |
| I know they want me out |
| But in that I find comfort |
| I rive for the cause |
| Every track I’m burning rubber |
| They say I’m tryin' condensate how niggers wack |
| Shit I’m tired of saying it to the sad |
| Part of it’s the fact |
| So why don’t you tweet your favourite rapper |
| And tell him to learn how to rap |
| So I can change my subjects matters do them |
| Love it or change the track |
| (Bridge) |
| Y’all got to deal with me |
| The people will feel me |
| The people still with me |
| I got 'em, I got 'em |
| The realer shit is what they really want |
| I got 'em, no problem |
| So just know on the way you go |
| (Verse: Jon Connor) |
| I’m the best of the world when niggers gon' say that |
| Niggers should’ve knew that when they heard playback |
| Niggers heard sounds like how you gon' pay that |
| Told me KO that arcade yo that |
| I get a whole lot of hair like the whole God no neck |
| Walk type, rope sweet, no neck |
| In other words I don’t plan on falling |
| I’m about to fuck 'em up 'cause I’m focused |
| I’m the ray for all you cockroaches |
| Y’all on my platinum opening |
| Why, 'cause my drive, in 4 wheel drive |
| I can’t let you slide, when I say I’m the truth |
| Well I’m just being honest I’ma kill this shit |
| That’s a threat and a promise |
| Murder is verse and here’s my accomplice yo |
| Y’all make way for my nigga Mick Wallace, go |
| (Verse: Mickey Wallace) |
| No play for the real, to be sharp and to get tramp |
| Or move to the side of the room |
| 'Cause nobody really wanna be on a room stampede |
| Stump holes in the game feeling hoose |
| This the truth, everybody looking for |
| Hook up rebelion in the streets |
| Looking at a blue to turn green |
| For the green gon' me |
| And try to bloom, tuck up in their bloom and now they wanna |
| Help 'em, let 'em go, no I won’t |
| Told 'em I don’t play them games |
| And I said kill Mike sincerous |
| Little was I missing I’ma see my admission |
| Of a rider who drive fast and fearless |
| Pedal to the flow, it go vroom |
| I see y’all still spinning your wheels |
| Who the hell has anything better to do |
| Real talk y’all tripping like broke eels |
| That’s my word anybody wanna throw that |
| Should’ve sworn to the gong I throw some parmezan |
| So strongly formed when I born |
| Nigga bring World War III home |
| This that part when I gonna get 'em |
| Ever this is relevant just see this I would get 'em |
| Buddy make a rapper and whoever coming with 'em |
| I’m a hunk and with me when they wanna split 'em |
| Mic so nasty still in time to clean your clock |
| Still no fisky making these hits to my honey |
| And my honey gonna still be stopped |
| And at the end then my girl real |
| Will get praise for what I did here |
| 'Cause that brief I’ve been living in fear |
| Who you know do it like this |
| Here talk to now |