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Dub J - Python lyrics

Artist: Dub J

album: Python


Look
Look
Look
I'll tell a bitch to skate
Won't even look at her twice
She got the devil inside
Not a angel, she isn't a prize
Demons are looking for purses, with covid they're getting more thirsty
You gotta ask yourself
Is hitting that pussy real worth it?
Fuck her then tell her that she gotta go
I don't care how she look of that bitch is a ho
Red flag, big tattoos, that's unfinished, that's bad news
Got razor scars on her arms, that's not steak, that's fast food
Look, if she got only fans she lazy, she a bum
She stripping then she working, but she crazy as they come
Fuck that daddy shit you average bitch, you got good at your make up
Mad, cause you took your wig off and I said let's break up
You just a filthy bitch huh
You just a filthy bitch
Ay
You gon fuck anyone huh?
Long as they filthy rich
Ay
Rinse my enemies and then I throw them in the tumble dryer
How they gonna put a bunch of pussies against a jungle lion
I get hungry, eat these younglings like a bunch of jumbalya
Watch out for the cops, watch for opps, could be under fire
Ay
I feel alive when I rap
White don with a white don
I'm a python, better pipe down
We all strapped up and got pipe bombs
I'm an icon, you're acorn, and I'm nuts too, but you'll pay for it
Never payed for pussy once boy
I don't pay for it, I won't wait for it
Got it locked down like it's 8th ward and I'm a warden that's straight forward
I made money, I lost money, I love money so I'll make more of it
Don't like people, wont lie about it, I don't care, don't cry about it
If I like you, you'll know about it, the way I move, you'll never doubt it
Surrounded by wolves we are growlers
Under surveillance by cops in their prowlers
Fucking with donkeys but I am a stallion
Chill like im popping a couple of valium
Plus we the mob like a bunch of italians
We got some soldiers, bunch of battalions
Shit popping off, when they start rallying
Happen so fast, shit can get violent
Take off you rings, take off your watch
Take off your chain, hide your medallions
Ay
Rinse my enemies and then I throw them in the tumble dryer
How they gonna put a bunch of pussies against a jungle lion
I get hungry, eat these younglings like a bunch of jumbalya
Watch out for the cops, watch for opps, could be under fire

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