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Pro Dillinger - 3dm Lyrics

3.D.M. Lyrics[Intro: Pro Dillinger]
Dillinger, nigga

[Verse 1: Pro Dillinger]
I'ma beat on my chest, dare you to take what you see on my neck (Ah)
I'm here today and gone tomorrow, I bleed and forget (Yeah)
Me and the squad eat with the gods and be with the vets (Ah)
Get in the window, open the door, you see the connects
I'm movin' out (Movin', nigga)
Without the furniture, look how I move around
I beat a case and beat a nigga face until it's blue and brown (Uh)
Cold case, identify the body when the tooth is found
Niggas thuggin', used to show me love, but, shit, I'm ruthless now (Fake lovе, nigga)
It's two planks, niggas makin' movies when they shoot thе pound
Big smokin', I been touchin' weed since it was doo-doo brown
Goin' crazy, niggas gettin' paid, this shit is cuckoo now (This my weed, nigga)
From the hood, some niggas movin' grams, some niggas movin' pounds (Niggas out here gettin' money)
Makin' plays, smokin' on my troubles, nigga, paper planes
Addin' money, minus all my haters, niggas takeaways (Yeah)
Cheddar cheese, tryna count my pockets, niggas take the bait
I got the drop, layin' in your bushes, tryna stay awake, Pro (Oh)

[Verse 2: The Hidden Character]
Ayo, pistol grip, pack a pump (Frring)
Slide the clip in the MAC and dump, dump
Clap slap your cap if you act dumb (Brrr)
Servin' an addict a rock, a plastic drum (Take that)
Smack the pastor son, pass the rum, yo (Ah)
Stick my dick in a Catholic nun, she speak in tongues (Take that, bitch)
I'm from the slums, yo
Chasin' paper, go after crumbs
Cigar choppin', exotics to fill my lungs
Snap my fingers and get you faggots done (Get you faggots done, yo)
We ain't from 'Nam, my killers numb, yo (Yeah)
Supply the product, I hit the powder package (Whip), powder by the bundles
Gorilla in the concrete jungle
Tired of fuck niggas and bein' humble (Fuck out my face)
West African baby from Cameroon (Damn)
She askin' to sex and hump in a massive room (Oh)
Whip it out, bust a nut on her tits, then I gotta zoom (Take that)
I'll be gone 'til November, be back when the flowers bloom (Skrrt, yeah)
Hand-to-hand contraband, I command a platoon
SK over the shoulder with a clip like a crescent moon, you know the tune

[Verse 3: Eto]
Yeah, yo
Time flies, ask a young old man
All it took was a shot for me to cut both hands
My spot is right across the street from where the sluts don't dance
Gave the landscaper and gram shaver one more chance, uh-huh
Left like a thief in the morning, wolf clothing
Not only is my foot on they necks, I put both in
I got a spot to run, another to cook coke in
The hardhead, came with a whoopin' and took coachin'
Go and get your pops to defend it, my youngins not gonna end it
I met some enemies who got into friendships
The chain tucked, you'll get shot for the pendant
Prayed a lot and repented
Made amends, didn't dodge at the exit
Losin' sleep
I don't parlay or shoot the breeze
I'ma lightly have 'em under the gun, the scrutinies, huh
I don't broadcast what I did, I do my deeds
Mama taught me so, that's all we know, true indeed, yeah