Headshot
Dustin Hayes & Decoy
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Everybody got me fucked up F*ck keepin' my nuts tucked Old bitches still starstruck Y'all sorry ass rappers need to stop fuckin' playin' get ya bars up How the f*ck is y'all brand new and I hear a song it sound washed up The f*ck And f*ck what everybody talkin' bout Send these rappers to the slaughterhouse I spin bitches like a roundabout I'm with the gang, that's without a doubt Boy I'm out the mud, that's the dirty south Talkin' shit boy I'll rinse ya mouth And I'm chasin' bags I ain't chasin' clout Look And I can't really promise anything It took me 3 years just to get her ass a lil 50 dollar promise ring I'ma dog, boy I let it hang And I'm gettin' paid when the phone rang I'm just being Frank with ya I'm the realest homie, put that shit on everything I just came through to finesse Don't put on a vest, I don't shoot below the neck He say he a threat, he a pussy in the flesh Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest I just came through, just for you to finesse Don't put on a vest, I don't shoot below the neck He say he a threat, he a bitch in the flesh Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest Red dot, headshot Only good opp is a dead opp Gun got a kick, franks red hot So I dip on the side when the feds knock I take ya girl, make her bed rock I put that hoe in a leg lock Pussy was fire but the head not Let her keep suckin' ain't said stop These bitches knowin' my name Rap got her wet but she tell me she fallin' in love when I sang Got one I call for the brain One that complain, one that think she is the main One for the strange, one who be thinkin' that we is the same One who got friends for the gang One that I call Lauren Hill I only call her for that Thang How do I do it Must have a S on my chest with the way these hoes thinkin' I'm stupid Ain't savin' hoes, I'm savin' my music Think that I'm Cupid the way that I'm shootin Wait Bad hoes made me the bad guy I ain't have a choice, my hands tied Pull up with a stick where the campfire Don't let a bitch be the reason that ya man's die She just came through and got finessed Ain't take off her dress I don't shoot below the neck She gave me that head I send her back I'm unimpressed If he want revenge tell em' no need for that vest I just came through just for you to finesse Don't put on a vest I don't shoot below the neck He say he a threat, he a pussy in the flesh Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest
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Written by: Dustin Hayes, Quentin Widener
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