Kenny Jayz® - Don't Get Dumped On lyrics

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Kenny Jayz® - Don't Get Dumped On lyrics

[Hook - K. Jayz] I'll advise you to not get dumped on So you can live another day, you punk pawn They really do ride on the West Side So if you f** with them, you asking for suicide (3x) [Verse 1 - Elijah Klaus] East side to the west, young kids that flex Chasing dreams, ain't got time for hoes Our whole team tryna get that go f** around, get dumped on Get knocked on, get dumped on Never talking sh** cause I'm ‘bout mine Better watch your step, cause I got mine Better watch your step, cause I plant mines That's dynamite You better watch the sight You better watch your sight You better get the picture If a n***a talking sh**, I put that choppa to a scripture I'll advise that you watch your words Spitting murderous flow That's razor blade to your throat, n***a I'll advise that you watch your words Cause my team be the dopest If you hear the sh** we dropping, we stay bombing Riding round in my city, all the sh** that I'm on New sh** that I'm blasting, Eastside of my town Westside where I'm blazing, "XvX" be my sound If you f** around with my crew, that's suicide that I'm bringing motherf**er [Verse 2 - K. Jayz] As I ride on these b**h a** n***as, I'm only focused on the bigger picture But I never thought they would never wanna be proficient They're too narrow minded to get the f** out the kitchen So while I'm worried about my own life to embark I'm steady watching a bullet fly through your nogging Kiss your family good-bye, cause you'll never be walking again [Hook] [Verse 3 - K. Jayz] Put your motherf**ing tool away You don't really want these n***as to come and spray With a .44, Uzi, Ak-47 with the banana clip And don't forget the Mac-11 n***as rolling up in low-riders Now, I'll ask you again, is you a rider? Nah, y'all just some wanna be thugs Messing around with yo' n***as, tryna have fun On every single corner I see girls nowadays tryna get in ‘em drawers As if the role reversed Nah, nevermind, that's just for b**h n***as in skirts The same ones claiming they ready for action But if they f** around, they get divided like a fraction So I can never ever show sympathy When I hear synchronized bullets like a symphony [Hook] [Verse 4 - Elijah Klaus] AK, leave you in a body bag Blood stain, body drags Accomplish it, but not a sound No witnesses, new stitches They k**ing sh** for the lunches We rookies here, but we munching You talking loose, think you funny Synchronized with the shot, that metronome to hit you in your dome And if you hear the clap, you better run your a** back home Yeah, we know that it's your girl, but she was dying to give us dome A lotta n***as talking “squad”, they be main to be alone I send my mans right in your home, hit your family with the chrome While your mom's still on that phone, you see the sickness in my zone Hood sh** with big wheels, new mac and thick steel Bad b**h, she too trill Eastside to the west still And if I co*k it back, then the sh**'s real If I co*k it back, then the sh**'s real Heart [Hook x2]

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