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Goin’ Dumb - FMB DZ
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Goin’ Dumb FMB DZ

Goin’ Dumb - FMB DZ
[Intro]
Tuh
Whoop
Hmm, tuh (Come on, Darius)

[Verse]
Bust Carti', bust 41, they both goin' dumb
Me and brodie poured too much rum, my tongue goin' numb
Pull up in a big Expedition with the killers with me
Diamondbacks hangin' out the window, we don't need the switchies
Twins with me fuckin' on each other, call 'em Sister, Sister
I done shot my Glock so many times, my hands got a blister
It ain't shit to get a nigga stripped, put him in the blender
Benz, got the brick on the backseat, nigga, fuck a fender
The 'bows around, them bitches for the high, ain't no lows around
Shout out C, cut this shit to me, bring the numbers down
We'll jump out anywhеre we at and let a hundrеd off
Niggas talkin' like they big and bad, but they cotton soft
We don't rock with dog, I had Josh knock his pockets off
Niggas watchin' everything I do, I shared a lot of sauce
Fast Money, don't forget the money, bitch, we up and runnin'
Just left a sixty-ball with my youngin, he live in Columbus
Play with who? We gon' spin the block and see what niggas on
Real nigga, sacrifice it all to put my niggas on
I was really goin' down the way before I did a song
My brother got me paranoid, I don't talk on phones
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't the nigga you can walk up on
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