Dojo lyrics

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[Intro: wildkarduno]
Like, f*ck you n*gga (Yeah)
That’s them, that’s them

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Do a hit out a V6
I'm in the courtroom, I ain’t see sh*t
I'm the one that your n*gga wanna be, b*tch (Yeah)
Got a flash on the Glock, can't f*cking see, b*tch
You was not on that block, just take a seat, b*tch
And I need two hundred for that feat b*tch, yuh, yeah
Straight like that, f*ck n*gga (Straight like that, n*gga)
Glock on me with a baseball bat, f*ck n*gga, yeah
I can’t f*ck with rats, f*ck n*gga
Can’t f*ck with you, you talk to the popo
Helmut Lang when I'm out with my new ho
Two Glocks on me, n*gga saying kudos
Kick in the trap like we doing judo

[Verse 1: thr33]
K-K-Kick in the trap like I was Chinese (I got the video, I got the video)
Undercover like I’m LAPD
Caught that n*gga in the street, don’t run
I'm smoking that gas just like [?]
Make a f*ck n*gga fly, just like Tinker Bell
If I need me the sauce call my n*gga Giela
Me and Uno up, man, we doing so well
He fat n*gga, he can’t run 'cause he fell
You a thot, hoe, no, you can’t be my b*tch
And these n*ggas gay, can you get off my di*k?
You was too trash, pus*y boy need to quit
I was outside, n*gga I was a jit
n*gga, you a b*tch, who the f*ck you gon' press?
If it's a lil' n*gga, then they callin' me trés
I'm a big bird, b*tch I been out the nest
It's a crime scene, n*gga, I left a mess
[Verse 3: Smokingskul]
Damn, hop out the van, I don’t f*ck with the Mexicans
Yeah, jump out the water, I grew some fins
I'm in the A, and they knew the pin
I call thr33 cause he stick to the code
He came around the block, that n*gga got hoed
Damn, stick turn him to a toad
Damn, n*gga cap, why he bol?
pus*y b*tch, he ain’t serving no auntie
n*ggas not around like Fetty and Monty
My bills up, I feel like I'm Charlie
I'm scamming n*ggas, this trap a party
I ain't Hardrock, n*gga, f*ck the army
I get money bag, feel like Ari
Jump off the porch like Jeff Hardy
I'm not a feminist, I ain't Pardi

[Verse 4: thr33]
One, two, three, four, n*gga, who that at my door?
Five, six, seven, eight, which opp tryna get put on a plate?
Damn, b*tch, I’m tryna spend a couple racks
A-Ayy, three shots go to you're back
Here go a lil hundred, my n*gga you need it
Kicking sh*t, Michael Jackson, I’mma beat it
Had a make bowls out of two liter bottles
I'm tryna f*ck on a big booty model
Her pus*y sweet as f*ck, like some kiwi
Pack from the ocean, I call that seaweed
Bad b*tch from Paris, I told her "Oui, oui"
Came from the trenches, and that’s where I be
Shawty tryna suck on my D-I-C-K
She bring her friend, cause she do it both ways
I-,I- (Boy, f*ck you, n*gga)
(That's them, that's them)
I hate n*ggas who be talking sh*t
Run up on me, you get hit with banana clip
We in that trap, kick it like a dojo (f*ck n*gga)
Stay to myself, n*gga that’s my mojo
F—f*ck boy wanna be get put on TV
Shawty not playing when she’s on her knees
Lil' bro keep throwin' [?], n*gga think it's a debate
n*ggas be switching up, n*ggas be changing
I-I'mma just shoot a Glock, N64
n*gga keep trying me, I ain’t no hoe
You can’t swim, n*gga, get off that boat
He thought it was IT way we made that boy float
My heart too cold, n*gga, give me that coat
Choppin' sh*t up, no cross, [?] (Yes)
[Outro]
(Okay, I got the video, I got the video)
Ha ha ha
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