Guerilla Maab - On Dubz lyrics

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(feat. Lil B, Lil Head) [Chorus] Pull up to the club, and I'm so throwed on Dubs Wide frame, fucking up the mode on Dubs Candy paint, fresh out the shop on Dubs Big six hundreds, missing tops on Dubs Got niggas on the block, in a drop on Dubs Hiding behind tent, trunk knock on Dubs We gon represent the North to the South, on Dubs When your bopper's on jocks, she get tossed on Dubs [Dougie D] Now what these motherfuckers really know about Dubs I take a sip, and I flip in that candy coated bug Showing out I'm showing in, its the daddy that they love While the Ferrellis spinning, just like right here they on Dubs The hoes gon bop, the tops gon drop for real I slide to the detail shop, just to shine up my rims I grab the remote with the Clarion, with the screens lit When I swang by the block, little kids be like ooh he the shit That's the way that we does it, down in the Dirty turning heads Bubble eyed, customized, flipping that blue or that red Niggas don't fuck with no 17's, we on 20's instead Man you heard what I said, that's the way that we rolling until I'm dead Up on Dubs [Chorus] [Lil B] Wide body four do', skating up the block Relax on buck eyed, while my bumper unlock Its the way that we do it, on the Dirty Dirty South Hit the club showing love, diamond grills in our mouth (on Dubs), we like to steal the show Yokohama on the tire, a.c. blow snow Underdawgs in the mix, sideways on a switch Leaving all hatas sick, screens lit watching flicks (on Dubs), I'm tipping up Few Quay Turning up on pump slow, just to hit the beltway Headed down I-10, candy paint in the wind Riding twins they Lorenz, in a big body Benz [Chorus] [Lil Head] I'm on Dubs, bitch I'm out here loving this game Just like these bad hoes, how they loving my name Y'all know me Lil Head, yeah done knocked the fame I'm a Houston hot boy, peep the platinum chain I'm on Dubs, when I hit the parking lot Screens lit, trunk pop leave the do's unlocked Will a nigga steal my shit, playboy best not Guerillas ready to mob, and they will bust shots I'm a certified nigga, nationwide nigga Smooth and laid back, like some Moonshine liquor Walks in Guerilla Maab, better show us some love Paint the orange drop, pulling out on Dubs (on Dubs) [Trae] Bubble lighten up the night when I skate by (on Dubs) Screens lit with a bad bitch on the buck eyed (on Dubs) Chunking deuce out the roof, when I crawl (on Dubs) More 18's, making hatas call the laws (on Dubs) A four-four grain waver, a lane glass paint stainer A pop trunk swang banga, plus a Screwed Up entertainer A drop top rearranger, strapped up with one up in the chamber A block to block curve banga, with bops on jocks like Drena Cause I'm a Dirty South shiner, with fifth wheels on recliner A princess cut that'll blind you, and looking Big like Tymers If you don't know where to find us, the nigga with chrome on the twins With glass drop a Benz, three deep with twins and a friend and setting trends [Chorus] On Dubs [x8]