The Dungeon Freestyle lyrics

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The same n*gga that took my b*tch, I can't believe he did it
The same mouth they hating with, they kiss his b*tch with
And that's the same set of lips they sucked my di*k with
n*ggas crying on the internet having b*tch fits
And I just sold six pounds at the QuikTrip
Every time I get some show money, I thank God, n*gga
'Cause all I ever did was sell weed and rob n*ggas
And I ain't doing sh*t for free, I gotta charge n*ggas
Hope when them haters hatin', they don't got they broad with 'em
Yeah, I see you hatin', ignore it, go f*ck their b*tch in my Jordans
Give my baby mama the phone and be like, "Baby, record it"
And you rappin'-ass n*ggas, I'ma give you a warning
When you see me, it ain't no talkin', I'm just uppin' the .40
All you talking-ass n*ggas gon' talk, n*gga
'Cause I don't talk to lil' n*ggas, I'm a boss n*gga
This lifestyle that I'm living, yeah, it cost, n*gga
We robbin' all the rappers if I take a loss, n*gga
These n*ggas pillow talking 'bout me, never did sh*t
I got a diaper on, n*gga, and I'm still lit
What they gon' do about me? I'm too much to deal with
Who you know that could put a pamper on and talk some real sh*t?
And if your girl want it, I can give her some real di*k
You 'round talkin' crazy 'bout a n*gga and I still hit
Pull it out, put it on her face, I nutted real quick
And every time she come around, she act like she ain't did sh*t