Dumb for You
Okay, did I do it, did I put the key in the door
And lock that thang down
Did I hit it? Yes I did
Only problem is you got a boyfriend, and he way too hot now
She ain't say nothing bout marriage
So don't get carried away and get buried
It can get real dumb, and ignorant, Killa City's where I'm from idiot
See here's the deal, she got a baby by some young punk
Runner run up on me, it's feeling too ill
Never check the player, check the game
You never came up home
I don't know why you did it like that
I borrowed your girl and give her right back
Give me a little bit of that side of the carpet that
I have a side bar, she don't know how to act
You better get her
She got gold, winner like it was born in her
The big old booty keep me warm in the cold winter
It can go stupid, that means I'm going easy
Where you find her from? Fire 'em and
Fire another one
And I'm about to go stupid
And I'm always representing where I'm from
From, from, from, from, from, from
And if a nigga wanna try me, better tell him roll right by me when he come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go
You're one hundred we so hunterish
And you'll be muckin' up when she's bumpin this
Mister goodie good could change it to make it hood
I love to keep the piece but I wish a nigga would
Leggo it would be different if she sell out
Then you know what you had before
If I cock it then let it go
You go seek she lonely and chose me
You bored and home alone and try to blame it on me
Keep my family riding with me but sometimes I'm solo
You don't know I can really make it go doe-doe
And I ain't have to force her to come
Divorce her, before it gets dumb
And I'm about to go stupid
And I'm always representing where I'm from
From, from, from, from, from, from
And if a nigga wanna try me, better tell him roll right by me when he come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go
Aha, T-Pa-a-ain
Okay, Kali baby
And lock that thang down
Did I hit it? Yes I did
Only problem is you got a boyfriend, and he way too hot now
She ain't say nothing bout marriage
So don't get carried away and get buried
It can get real dumb, and ignorant, Killa City's where I'm from idiot
See here's the deal, she got a baby by some young punk
Runner run up on me, it's feeling too ill
Never check the player, check the game
You never came up home
I don't know why you did it like that
I borrowed your girl and give her right back
Give me a little bit of that side of the carpet that
I have a side bar, she don't know how to act
You better get her
She got gold, winner like it was born in her
The big old booty keep me warm in the cold winter
It can go stupid, that means I'm going easy
Where you find her from? Fire 'em and
Fire another one
And I'm about to go stupid
And I'm always representing where I'm from
From, from, from, from, from, from
And if a nigga wanna try me, better tell him roll right by me when he come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go
You're one hundred we so hunterish
And you'll be muckin' up when she's bumpin this
Mister goodie good could change it to make it hood
I love to keep the piece but I wish a nigga would
Leggo it would be different if she sell out
Then you know what you had before
If I cock it then let it go
You go seek she lonely and chose me
You bored and home alone and try to blame it on me
Keep my family riding with me but sometimes I'm solo
You don't know I can really make it go doe-doe
And I ain't have to force her to come
Divorce her, before it gets dumb
And I'm about to go stupid
And I'm always representing where I'm from
From, from, from, from, from, from
And if a nigga wanna try me, better tell him roll right by me when he come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go dumb for you, dumb for you, dumb for you
Hey, I'm about to go
Aha, T-Pa-a-ain
Okay, Kali baby
Credits
Writer(s): Faheem Najm, Tramaine Micheal Winfrey, Samuel William Christopher Watson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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