DOUBLE DEE Lyrics – .223Jerm
Singer: .223Jerm
Title: DOUBLE DEE
[Squad squad squad
Bout 4, 5 crips when we hop out the whip
Bi-Big #ss choppa double dee’s on the tips
Lil n#gg# been this way ever since I was a
Sa-Said they gonna get me but the first once hit
With shipments and lows
Show love to my brothers that show me street code
Ca-Catch me on the block b#tch I’m posted on my own
Doubled up on my money why you askin for loans?
Now that b#tch got owned she got dogged out
I don’t give a f#ck n#gg# whatchu talk about
Big .223 b#tch I’m from the damn south
n#gg# know me when I grew up gun down
On the beat b#tch I go do my dance
Big body n#gg# but he don’t got no stance
I don’t really give a f#ck beat his #ss and his mans
All my n#gg# know me cause I robbed him for his bands
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[Brr
[Ay yuh
[Oh my god look
b#tch I lеt my chain swang right before my waist
Yo b#tch can’t complain cause I always hit a face
I don’t really give a f#ck cause she give me 3rd base
And my n#gg#s know me when I come up yeah his body no trace
Glock 9 millimeter it go far range
n#gg# know me I come up like orangutan
But clips for you muthaf#ckin monkeys
The way I do it when I shoot up the junkies
Bust that
Now that b#tch gone bust fast
I don’t really give a f#ck now I
I just put that sh#t right on her damn back
n#gg#s for a damn sack
I don’t give a f#ck b#tch I need my ski mask
Pop em in the shield when I pop em then I go fast
n#gg# talkin sh#t so I put on his whole #ss
Said he with the gang so I pull up with the whole clan
I don’t need a gun lil b#tch I just throw hands
Chop a n#gg# body up put him in a trash can
n#gg# think he hard so I put him in a
b#tch I got bombs like muthaf#ckin man
Bag bag
Imma turn a n#gg# to a
Mad man
Imma beat that n#gg# with a
b#tch I’m rockin grills all you n#gg#s rockin
This automatic cook a n#gg# like I’m tryna make em
And if he didn’t want the smoke I got the vape and the cord
This automatic pop a n#gg# like a muthaf#ckin
Like wait imma pop a n#gg# like a pimple
That’s simple
Imma put the pistol to your dimple
Big f#ckin dog Mike Vick no pitbull
b#tch I’m slidin with a stick and it came with a kick four
And if a n#gg# talkin sh#t then he gone get
Big sh#t these bullets make a n#gg# doin kickflips
Misfit
I got a big stick that hit that b#tch in her face
[Um quick disclaimer I’m not actually a woman beater
He-He a faggot like that boy ate a glizzy
These hollow tips hit that p#ss# n#gg# now he dizzy
And if a n#gg# need that work then he can get it in a jiffy
Yeah these n#gg#s think they hard but who the f#ck these n#gg#s dissing?
Po-Posted up with Jerm cause my n#gg#s never missing
But if a n#gg# movin funny then that n#gg# goin missing
I-I had to hide the body cause I heard that n#gg# b#tching
Throwin bullets at these n#gg#s like I’m really good at b#tching
[Ayo shoutout Jerm
[Shoutout saber gang
[Shoutout RVR3
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