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Rich Dunk

Yeah, It's Dunk
Tacos, Yeah

You not a shooter, you shootin' in the air
Why you shootin' in the air, boy you shootin' at god
I'm independent, til I had a daughter
There's two of us, now she make me go hard
I need the money, I'm gettin' to the money
So fuck how they feelin', yea you and your boys
I know some bitches, that [?] robbin
Suck on your dick til your shit get hard
I remember I was just on the yard
Tryna fuck around and fuck me a [?]
I remember I was just goin' hard
Breakin' in houses, and breakin' in cars
Sellin' reefer just so I wouldn't starve
[?] to the police, they lock me up hard
I was in the cell, I ain't had no canteen
Mama ain't answer the phone, it's just ring ring
I can not fuck with that bitch, she a lame lame
You got a problem with us, you get bang bang
[?] one of my niggas is gang gang
Keep it on the low, whisper, yin yang
I'm in your ho, pretty lil' thing thing
Zip down my zipper and pull out my thing thing
When I fuck her I don't take off my bling bling bitch (yeah)
These niggas soft, granite, [?]
[?]
[?] choppa in the back go retarded
We goin' fed with the sawed-off shotty
Pistol in Steph' hand, he goin' retarded
And lil trunk came home off a body
I told my niggas to chill
We bout to blow, trust me just gotta stay [?]
Pass me the rock, no motherfuckin' [?]
I [?] chop at your motherfuckin' party
Granny a blank, kool-aid on her carpet
These niggas wack, trash, garbage
He got a gun, probably run with that fire
[?] look a real nigga in his eye
Rest in peace, Nipsey, he was a real guy
I can not fuck with you niggas, small fry

Bitch, it's Dunk nigga you know what the fuck goin' on nigga
Eastside Charlotte nigga, westside of Charlotte nigga
Southside of Charlotte nigga, northside of Charlotte nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on nigga, Charlotte nigga (pussy)
That's what the fuck it is nigga, only nigga in the city with one dread too bitch

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