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TGMULA - Dumb issues Lyrics



TGMULA - Dumb issues Lyrics




Yeah, I be needin' a lil' break from these dumb niggas
Yeah, all my niggas know it's bake, take, and pull triggers
Yeah, all my niggas know it's make money, yeah, count figures
Yeah, I ain't here for the play play, solve real issues

I'm a big nigga over here, I don't know little
Yeah, caught a body near L.A., feel like George Kittle
She playin' hard, to wanna stay, bitch, it's real simple
I told you leave, get out my face, bitch, I'm not gentle

I'm crossin' out the opps' names with a dull pencil
See Mula never switchin' lanes, bitch, I'm real loyal
These bitches wanna down my name, bitch, I'm too royal
These niggas wanna flow the same, underground like plant soil

I drip like water and like flames, uh, big boil
I see no diamonds in his chain, look that bitch foil
These niggas snitchin' in they lame, they'll tell on ya
You get no bitches in this game, I might have to bail on ya

We sellin' weight bout everyday, keep the scale on ya
Yeah, gotta be lethal with the aim, then just blam on em
Yeah, keep the Glock 9 on the waist, yeah, it won't jam on ya
Yeah, baby, throw that ass back, grand slam on it

Shit, I'll take Pam over Gina, cause she had yams on her
Bitch, I feel like I'm John Cena, can't see me, the cam on me
I'm kickin' shit like it's FIFA, I see they feel for me
I be needin' a lil' break from these dumb niggas

Yeah, I be needin' a lil' break from these gun triggers
Boy, these pockets stupid, boy I'm countin' dumb figures
Now I'm gettin' ruthless, yeah, I'm gettin' dumb richer
Tryna get diamonds blingin', tryna get it richard on me ,

I see they all hate, why they really trippin' on me
Yeah, yeah, watch out, why you slippin' on me
I be gettin' all these bags, boy they livin' on me
What they speaking on? See, I don't got no heart

Yeah, so why you speaking' chrome? My niggas shoot like darts
Bow, one up at ya dome My niggas shoot like bullseye
Now they know it's on Shit, I was ballin' before the Benz
I'm talkin' Georgia Dome I had to get it how it is

These niggas know it's on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, I be needin' a lil' break from these dumb niggas
Yeah, all my niggas know it's bake, take, and pull triggers
Yeah, all my niggas know it's make money, yeah, count figures
Yeah, I ain't here for the play play, solve real issues

I'm a big nigga over here, I don't know little
Yeah, caught a body near L.A., feel like George Kittle
She playin' hard, to wanna stay, bitch, it's real simple
I told you leave, get out my face, bitch, I'm not gentle

I'm crossin' out the opps' names with a dull pencil
See Mula never switchin' lanes, bitch, I'm real loyal
These bitches wanna down my name, bitch, I'm too royal
These niggas wanna flow the same, underground like plant soil

I drip like water and like flames, uh, big boil
I see no diamonds in his chain, look that bitch foil
These niggas snitchin' in they lame, they'll tell on ya
You get no bitches in this game, I might have to bail on ya

We sellin' weight bout everyday, keep the scale on ya
Yeah, gotta be lethal with the aim, then just blam on em
Yeah, keep the Glock 9 on the waist, yeah, it won't jam on ya
Yeah, baby, throw that ass back, grand slam on it

Shit, I'll take Pam over Gina, cause she had yams on her
Bitch, I feel like I'm John Cena, can't see me, the cam on me
I'm kickin' shit like it's FIFA, I see they feel for me
I be needin' a lil' break from these dumb niggas

Yeah, I be needin' a lil' break from these gun triggers
Boy, these pockets stupid, boy I'm countin' dumb figures
Now I'm gettin' ruthless, yeah, I'm gettin' dumb richer
Tryna get diamonds blingin', tryna get it richard on me ,

I see they all hate, why they really trippin' on me
Yeah, yeah, watch out, why you slippin' on me
I be gettin' all these bags, boy they livin' on me
What they speaking on? See, I don't got no heart

Yeah, so why you speaking' chrome? My niggas shoot like darts
Bow, one up at ya dome My niggas shoot like bullseye
Now they know it's on Shit, I was ballin' before the Benz
I'm talkin' Georgia Dome I had to get it how it is

These niggas know it's on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Taishon Grant
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Performed By: TGMULA
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Taishon Grant
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