Dummest & the Dummest lyrics

by

Young Dolph & Key Glock


[Intro]
(Ayy, Mondo done made another one)
(Sosa 808 got this beat knocking, n*gga, ayy)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a b*tch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, b*tch the dumbest and the dumbest (b*tch)
f*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (b*tch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, baby, I'm sorry, I promise (b*tch)
I know I say this sh*t all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb sh*t, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
The dumbest and the dumbеst, got carrots like Bugs Bunny
Memphis n*gga overpaid, you can call mе Mike Conley
I say I did it then I done it
n*gga, you can call me Donnie
Count my rizacks by the hunna and I put that on my momma (b*tch)
I do what I wanna (Hey)
I smoke good weed and got a darskin chick, just like Obama (For real though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O'Donnell (For real though)
Got six bad b*tches in my bed, it look like Royal Rumble (Royal Rumble, Royal Rumble, oh)
I'm just havin' fun wit' it
Pulled up at the club then pulled out 'cause I couldn't get my gun in it (What?)
All the bad b*tches in my section, yours ain't got none in it
Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I'm like "Damn you won, n*gga" ("How the hell you do that?")
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a b*tch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, b*tch the dumbest and the dumbest (b*tch)
f*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (b*tch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, babe, I'm sorry, I promise (b*tch)
I know I say this sh*t all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb sh*t, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, I know that I'm a dummy but lately been goin' dumber
Memphis n*gga in LA, slammin' b*tches like I'm LeBron
Yep my bankroll is humongous, I do whatever I wanna
Yep, I ball, I flex, I dress the best, I'm the number one stunna
b*tch, I just made two commas (Yeah)
Just pulled up the yellow and red 'Vette, Ronald McDonald (Uh)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, n*gga, let's Royal Rumble
Yeah, I'm all about my bread, baby, I need every comma
They love and hate me like Obama
The block is hot like a sauna
Yeah, I'm drunk in love with the money
Pockets stuffed, I'm stumblin', yeah
I'm walkin' with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (Racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back and front
But I still got my own gun
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a b*tch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, b*tch the dumbest and the dumbest (b*tch)
f*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (b*tch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, baby, I'm sorry, I promise (b*tch)
I know I say this sh*t all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb sh*t, the dumbest and the dumbest
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