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Extendo Video (MV)




Performed By: Dommi Boi
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Henry Westgard




Dommi Boi - Extendo Lyrics




What are u down for, in the trenches moving pounds more
Check on the backdoor, shooters evil goin rambo
Trappin In bando, from a place where u can't go
They totin ammo, no mercy killin blanco

What are u down for, in the trenches moving pounds more
Check on the backdoor, shooters evil goin rambo
Trappin In bando, from a place where u can't go
They totin ammo, no mercy killin blanco

I pray on my momma, I pray on my kids
I pray to god they don't know where I live
Glocks and addys yeah I did what I did
Teardrops cuz he ain't gonna live

I'm going to hell cuz they ain't gon forgive
I miss all my dogs, break em of like a rib
My bitch was a baddie I gave her my kids
Shutting my mouth, I ain't talking to pigs

I f*ck on yo wifie that hoe is a trick
Don't play with dogs,I ain't Michael Vick
We from the south, my skin growing thick
Shots at your house how I'm using the stick

When I make flick I get trippy with bitch
Look like and angel, that hoe triple 6
Glock in my mouth is that finger gon twitch
Bro take my life if I turn to a snitch

Runnin up racks, Louie my bitch
I'm with the gang we the illest of cliques
I got a nitch how I'm hitting em licks
Watched my bro die when they hit em with sticks

Momma gon cry when she see em in ditch
Bout it for life, Ain't no way imma switch
Shots at your brain, ain't gonna be stitched
We can live or die, just tell me which
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What are u down for, in the trenches moving pounds more
Check on the backdoor, shooters evil goin rambo
Trappin In bando, from a place where u can't go
They totin ammo, no mercy killin blanco

What are u down for, in the trenches moving pounds more
Check on the backdoor, shooters evil goin rambo
Trappin In bando, from a place where u can't go
They totin ammo, no mercy killin blanco

I pray on my momma, I pray on my kids
I pray to god they don't know where I live
Glocks and addys yeah I did what I did
Teardrops cuz he ain't gonna live

I'm going to hell cuz they ain't gon forgive
I miss all my dogs, break em of like a rib
My bitch was a baddie I gave her my kids
Shutting my mouth, I ain't talking to pigs

I f*ck on yo wifie that hoe is a trick
Don't play with dogs,I ain't Michael Vick
We from the south, my skin growing thick
Shots at your house how I'm using the stick

When I make flick I get trippy with bitch
Look like and angel, that hoe triple 6
Glock in my mouth is that finger gon twitch
Bro take my life if I turn to a snitch

Runnin up racks, Louie my bitch
I'm with the gang we the illest of cliques
I got a nitch how I'm hitting em licks
Watched my bro die when they hit em with sticks

Momma gon cry when she see em in ditch
Bout it for life, Ain't no way imma switch
Shots at your brain, ain't gonna be stitched
We can live or die, just tell me which
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Writer: Henry Westgard
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