Dumb
Miss Blaze
Shane Rock It
I- I go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
Bad lil' bitch, blowin' him a kiss, 'cause I got a crush on him
Take a nigga breath, then Vicky Secret
I'ma put the hush on him
How you mad I'm playin' with this nigga heart
Bitch, you must want him
I'm a genie, so keep on wishin'
That kick just keep on kickin
My momma know the game
Ms. Master Splinter
Get a losin' nigga, then make him a winner
Get a preacher's favorite son, then make him a sinner
You go low, I'm goin' to hell
I am no beginner
He see me outside
He don't like that
Oh, man, he don't like that
They all bark, they bite fast
"I'm sorry," can't type that
Clever ass lil' bitch, always been a scholar
I just play slow
Diamonds on me dancing
They look like they tango
I- I go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
Shane Rock It
I- I go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
Bad lil' bitch, blowin' him a kiss, 'cause I got a crush on him
Take a nigga breath, then Vicky Secret
I'ma put the hush on him
How you mad I'm playin' with this nigga heart
Bitch, you must want him
I'm a genie, so keep on wishin'
That kick just keep on kickin
My momma know the game
Ms. Master Splinter
Get a losin' nigga, then make him a winner
Get a preacher's favorite son, then make him a sinner
You go low, I'm goin' to hell
I am no beginner
He see me outside
He don't like that
Oh, man, he don't like that
They all bark, they bite fast
"I'm sorry," can't type that
Clever ass lil' bitch, always been a scholar
I just play slow
Diamonds on me dancing
They look like they tango
I- I go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
I can't help it, born this way
This is where I come from
They gon' eat it, eat it up
I'm leavin' no crumbs
MJ, he beat it, beat it up
He don't need no drums
I go dumb
I strive to go dumb
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Writer(s): Triniti Simmons
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