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Pi'erre Bourne

Dump First

 

Dump First

(album: 47 Meters Down - 2021)


Yeah

Duck shots if they shoot back, but we dump first
Stuffed crust, honey Backwood, taste like Starburst
Punk rock, how we cut our wrists, that's common numbers
All I gotta do is call lil' bro and get 'em all merked

Trap open, boy, we got that magic pack like Hogwarts
Bad hoes circle 'round the star, yeah, Converse
Twenty milligrams in my brain, I just popped two tens
Bitch, she tryna get flewed in, she stupid, yeah, I been killed
Fucking ride a Lamb' through the trenches like Jerusalem (Woo)
Touch me or my mans, pull his grip out and start booming
Glocky with the kicks, when we blitz, they go grr (They go grr)
Baby, mount the dick, my whole fit was by Rick (Ricky)
Hatchback coupie (Hatchback), Maybach loopy
Who that? Shoot it (What), these hoes think I'm stupid
Fucking for some new fits, nuh-uh, boot the bitch (Nah)
Harlem, Treesh shit, she gon' chicken noodle it
Yeah, Sharc, Google me, Monclizz on the hooligan
Yeah, huh, boomerang, she swing me the coon again
Snatch you out your Wraith, right out the sunroof and shit
I feel like Ludacris, coupe go Fast & Furious

Duck shots if they shoot back, but we dump first
Stuffed crust, honey Backwood, taste like Starburst
Punk rock, how we cut our wrists, [?] numbers
All I gotta do is call lil' bro and get 'em all merked

I'm in Vinnies Styles, getting flee with the army
Stroke her organs in that B&B, popping RP's
Tell 'em baby bro flip cars, he's a forklift
Blue paper on me, it can't fold like origami
Wrist skate, NHL, we keep sticks and we icy
Two XDs under my armpits if we warring
RX, pour it in my beverage, and I orbit
Wockeisha, big muddy cup (Gang, gang, gang)
750 HP, this is not a stock engine (HP)
Twerk her little cakey, twist her just like Oliver
I'm a block bender (I'm a block), he a pop singer (He a pop)
She gon' polish me (Throat goat, throat goat)

Duck shots if they shoot back, but we dump first
Stuffed crust, honey Backwood, taste like Starburst
Punk rock, how we cut our wrists, [?] numbers
All I gotta do is call lil' bro and get 'em all merked

Easy wise guy, you'll be swimming with the fishes

done

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