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Dust Town Livin Ft Big Scarr Big Moochie Grape - Jay Fizzle Lyrics

Dust Town Livin Lyrics[Intro: Jay Fizzle]
Big Rack
Fizzle
Fuck goin' on
(Hitkidd, what it do, man)
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
Uh
Smokin' backwoods, but I don't smoke no paper (Paper)
Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Ball)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you're a hater (Bitch)
Ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (Ice)
Whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Baker)
Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Bah-bah)
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna take her (Nope)
Yeah, yeah
Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flex)
Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurting (Big talk)
Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Haha)
Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah-fah)
We fuck on his ho, but we go get palm first (Bitch)
Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that we on (I stamp that)
Don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Fuck ass)
[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Last nigga played, put his face in his lap (Nope)
Lil' homie hopped out his strap with the Tommy gun (Fah-fah)
I front my lil' homie, I gave him them racks (Racks)
Quay got the drop, and the stick, and went got it done (Gang)
We get the za by the motherfuckin' packs (Zaza)
Damn, this shit quick, then we got get another palm (Dope boy)
Ballin' hard, bitch, I feel like I'm Steve Nash (Wow)
Ice on my body, I shine like The Phoenix Suns (Ice)
New diamond chain, man, it filled up with clusters (Woah)
I got two bitches, they fuck on each other (Damn)
Glock on my hip, man, we always together (Glocky)
Off White jeans same color as some butter (Off White)
Niggas be hatin', man, these fuck niggas envy (They wack)
You know I'm caked up, you know I got plenty (Rich ass)
We hit yo' block with the motherfuckin' Semi's (Hit yo' block)
Just like Ice Cube, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's (Big Rack, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle & Big Scarr]
Smokin' backwoods, but I don't smoke no paper (Paper)
Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Ball)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you're a hater (Bitch)
Ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (Ice)
Whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Baker)
Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Bah-bah)
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna take her (Nope)
Yeah, yeah
Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flex)
Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurting (Big talk)
Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Haha)
Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah-fah)
We fuck on his ho, but we go get palm first (Bitch)
Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that we on (I stamp that, woah)
Don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Fuck ass, Frozone)
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Woah (Woah), let's go (Let's go)
I got these hoes in 'n out at the concert (Concert)
I drive the Scat, kill the curb like I'm Joe Dirt (Joe Dirt)
Every nigga rooting 'cause seein' my bitch purse (Bitch purse)
Live by extortion, run out for no reimburse (Woah)
Water kill me 'bout to be as big as his feelings hurt (His feelings hurt)
These niggas miserable, but Perc' and the Wock' got me feelin' invisible (Invisible)
Reach for these chain, leave a nigga (Leave a nigga ass) in critical (In critical)
Tuck the AR in the club like it nigga 'n 'em (Nigga 'n 'em)
Turn this bitch to a massacre
Choppa do tricks, nigga, abracadabra
Any wrong moves, it gon' be a disaster
Niggas hate on me 'cause I blew 'em past
Smokin' dead opps to the face, I don't pass
In D from the back, off the ass, make her pass out (Woah)
Now she sleep with her ass out

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle & Big Moochie Grape]
Smokin' backwoods, but I don't smoke no paper (No paper)
Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Feel like Will Chambers)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you're a hater (Know you're a hater)
Ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (A glacier)
Whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Pancake)
Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Bah-bah, woah)
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna take her (Nah)
Yeah, yeah
Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flex)
Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurting (Big talk)
Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Haha)
Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah-fah)
We fuck on his ho, but we go get palm first (Bitch)
Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that we on (I stamp that)
Don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Gigantic)
[Verse 3: Big Moochie Grape]
Drum on the Drac' and I shoot like a juggernaut (Juggernaut)
Trap spot hot, got J's runnin' in and out (In and out)
Runnin' in and out with them 'bows in my mama house (Yes, sir)
Blew flew with the drugs, nigga, we ain't never runnin' out (Yes, sir)
Use to be broke, bitch, yeah, I got money now (Got money now)
VVS on me dance just like Bobby Brown (Bobby Brown)
Dump a whole hunnid field like I scored a touch down (Touch down)
All my opps high when they out, then a nigga get rushed down (Grrt, grrt)
Two hundred K on Big Moochie (Bling blaow) bust down (Bling blaow)
Youngins OG on the Dust Town (Dust town)
Bitch checking nigga channel, say somethin', my nigga hushed down (Nigga hushed down)

[Outro: Big Moochie Grape]
Ayy, mane, you know we hog tie (Hog tie) and we'll get a nigga hog tied
Mane, you know what's up, mane (On my mama, nigga)
Dust Town, hundred round, nigga (Fuck hundred round shit, nigga)
Let's go
(What it do, man)