Mr Jones - Dumuzi (feat. Jax.Killer & Schley1k)

I load the uzi in my own gang yeah I'm like that's a doozy
Blowing weed like a god you know they call me Dumuzi
Hitting licks on the fam yeah I'm evil like Lucy
For this hit I aint be drunk I just feel a bit boozy (Whoa whoa)

Be on the block wit chopsticks (Huh)
You pull up and we chop chop shit
In the kitchen I'm whipping bitch
My wrist hurt cause it got ice on it
You niggas want the hollows
Pull up on you wearing ferragamo
Louis trying to meet the V
Smack'em If he talking on the team (Ooh)
Bullets flying in these streets (Fly)
Trying to get something to eat
Cause I got the green
Stuffed in my true religion jeans
Nigga just got a bag (Bag)
50 thou all cash (Woo)
Now I'm spending all this guala
Got to make it for my momma (Momma)
While I'm smoking on this green (Yeah)
I feel like a damn machine (What else)
And I'm sipping on the lean (Uh huh)
Got me woozy can't think
I feel like 24 Kobe
Bitch I'm dunking Kareem
And you know I stay balling just like Shaq a machine (Uh)
I'm a pass her like three
One two three bitch I beat (Damn)
And you know I get it up
Get it up touch it and repeat
I feel like Jimmy neutron got a big head cause I think long
And I stay with the beam bitch test me bitch I go off

I load the uzi in my own gang yeah I'm like that's a doozy
Blowing weed like a god you know they call me Dumuzi
Hitting licks on the fam yeah I'm evil like Lucy
For this hit I ain't be drunk I just feel a bit boozy (Whoa whoa)

I ain't clout chasing I been out racing in the coup
Who are you we don't fuck with (Who) them they ain't in the loop
Aint no proof devil is a lie they saying I'm the truth
Aint no goof they know where we at but they ain't want to shoot
Aint no you without me ain't no crew in out league
Way I'm balling on'em looking like we play two on three
I get paid when I speak (I do) any stage any beat
If it ain't a game then bitch quit playing with me
Where I be you ain't been (Uh uh)who da man you ain't him
Man your team a bunch a goofy's look at us we ain't grin
You ain in where we at we on point we don't lack (On point)
If you got it and I want it I'm a take it we don't ask
My ex bitch text her I don't care (Go ahead)
If it ain't a horse homey I don't wear (Polo jones)
So fly I might pull up in a lear (Zoom)
The ball drops and my drip gets wetter every year

I load the uzi in my own gang yeah I'm like that's a doozy
Blowing weed like a god you know they call me Dumuzi
Hitting licks on the fam yeah I'm evil like Lucy
For this hit I ain't be drunk I just feel a bit boozy (Whoa whoa)

Written by:
Jose- Carlos Jones

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