These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
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The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
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I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
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All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from [X2]
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Nigger stuck off in the fare, fucking with them bricks
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His partners put them laws on him, over a bitch
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These pussy nigger scared, don’t wanna take they charge
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They swear they hard but they softer then cotton balls
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Real niggers go to jail and don’t tell them nothing, true
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Do that time, come back home then get back to hustling
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We got everything for sale, but the kitchen sink
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Keep my eyes on you snakes, I don’t even blink
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Boy you scared, you gonna tell them white folks everything, yes sir
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To cut your time, you gonna give up errybody name
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Snitching nigger you ain’t straight, them folks gonna find you dead
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Cut your tongue out your mouth then put one in your head
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These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
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The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
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I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
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All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from [X2]
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The bigger the gun, the bigger the slug
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The bigger the hole for doc to plug,
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Hole in your head, I put you to sleep
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Body not found, mama gon’ weep
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Droppin the dime, an runnin your mouth
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Nowhere to run down in the south
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[?] goons and [?]
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I [?] your wig
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[?] blowing on kush and sipping on hen
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Forgive me father for your sin
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[?] convicted felon back in the pen
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[?] he looking for bread, he know that’s a loss
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[?] behind them bars, now you gon’ squeal [?]
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These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
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The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
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I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
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All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from [X2]
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Prime time snitching lies, got line twistin guys
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Take the clic to make them flake no bind side in district 9
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Trying to dodge prison time, all die for fishin by, smith and 9's, pow pow pow,
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If you mention mine one put you in a scope, two clack then it's smoke,
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three scoop you up and put yo body in an envelope,
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4 send yo folks jus ya head chest guts now you leakin body stinkin up the Fed Ex truck,
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and that fed pressure, makes the snitches wanna roast you,
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they start droppin dimes like they coins miss the toll booth,
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God as my witness man i swear to tell the whole truth,
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where I'm from we gets it done and act like we don't know dude
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These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
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The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
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I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
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All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from [X2]
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Ain't Allowed Where I'm From
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| Juicy J |
