Correction Lyrics Dummest & the Dummest by Key Glock

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(Ayy, Mondo done made another one)
(Sosa 808 got this beat knocking, n***a, ayy)

Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a b*t*h ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, b*t*h the dumbest and the dumbest (b*t*h)
f**ked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (b*t*h)
I ain't gon' do it no more, baby, I'm sorry, I promise (b*t*h)
I know I say this sh*t all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb sh*t, the dumbest and the dumbest

The dumbest and the dumbеst, got carrots like Bugs Bunny
Memphis n***a overpaid, you can call mе Mike Conley
I say I did it then I done it
n***a, you can call me Donnie
Count my rizacks by the hunna and I put that on my momma (b*t*h)
I do what I wanna (Hey)
I smoke good weed and got a darskin chick, just like Obama (For real though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O'Donnell (For real though)
Got six bad b*t*hes in my bed, it look like Royal Rumble (Royal Rumble, Royal Rumble, oh)
I'm just havin' fun wit' it
Pulled up at the club then pulled out 'cause I couldn't get my gun in it (What?)
All the bad b*t*hes in my section, yours ain't got none in it
Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I'm like "Damn you won, n***a" ("How the hell you do that?")

Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a b*t*h ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, b*t*h the dumbest and the dumbest (b*t*h)
f**ked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (b*t*h)
I ain't gon' do it no more, babe, I'm sorry, I promise (b*t*h)
I know I say this sh*t all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb sh*t, the dumbest and the dumbest

Yeah, I know that I'm a dummy but lately been goin' dumber
Memphis n***a in LA, slammin' b*t*hes like I'm LeBron
Yep my bankroll is humongous, I do whatever I wanna
Yep, I ball, I flex, I dress the best, I'm the number one stunna
b*t*h, I just made two commas (Yeah)
Just pulled up the yellow and red 'Vette, Ronald McDonald (Uh)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, n***a, let's Royal Rumble
Yeah, I'm all about my bread, baby, I need every comma
They love and hate me like Obama
The block is hot like a sauna
Yeah, I'm drunk in love with the money
Pockets stuffed, I'm stumblin', yeah
I'm walkin' with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (Racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back and front
But I still got my own gun

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