lirik lagu ace cino - dispatcher
[intro]
are you in the mafia?
sick you came foul like that
am i in the what?
[chorus: damedot & ace cino]
blrrt, that’s the dispatcher
somebody get some help, it’s been a kidnapping
fly to cali, buy the presents then i gift wrap ’em
phone on do not disturb ’cause my sh~t slappin’
i don’t listen to y’all n~ggas ’cause y’all big capping
quit yappin’, i’ll have lil’ brodie push your sh~t backwards
phone on do not disturb ’cause my sh~t slappin’
f~ckin’ strippers in the mansion, chi chi k!ll patrick
[verse 1: kitchen qleen]
y’all n~ggas never had a bag, quit all that riff raffin’
y’all out here, we pourin’ up sixes and y’all be six~packing
california king, f~cked her on that big~big mattress
my phone on do not disturb because my sh~t slapping, ah
[verse 2: ace cino, damedot & kitchen qleen]
i can show you how to catch a bag, b~tch, i’m chris hansen
i can make it disappear, b~tch, i’m criss angel
i’ll hit my dope fiend with that woo, i done ric flair’ed him
drank got me noddin’ too hard, chi chi said i scared him
put your hands on my dog, lil’ boy, i dare you
put your hands on kitchen qleen and we gotta air you
ah, you put your hands on damedot, i’ma electric chair you
you put your hands on chi chi, then i ain’t gon’ spare you
[verse 3: ace cino]
i catch you in the wolves with my wolves, it’s gon’ be unbearable
blrrt, blrrt, dispatcher say we did him terrible
blrrt, blrrt, plug say them b~tches bomin’ aerial
them trap still full of stupid dog like muriel (you stupid dog)
[verse 4: damedot]
that’s your n~gga answer
i just got the head from her, dog, ain’t sh~t happened
i be really on that road, boy, i get active
phone on do not disturb ’cause my sh~t slammin’
[verse 5: kitchen qleen & damedot]
ah, off top, rgs, b~tch, we the mob
this ain’t made for you bum n~ggas, you need a job
f~ck a b~tch in the backyard with her feet in the pond
ah, you eat with the snakes, i eat with the lions
[verse 6: ace cino & kitchen qleen]
flights out to la, we boolin’ with slime
i bool with dame hoes, he boolin’ with mine
ah, sorry, mama, i done grown up
i’m on the way to your house to tear the stove up
you see some circles in the fridge, it ain’t no donuts
i bet these bands make your b~tch do a toe touch (ah)
and we don’t do no drive~bys, we do drove~ups
bar for bar, i got this rap sh~t sewed up
perc or bar, i got this trap sh~t sewed up
pop the trunk, i’m ’bout to pick another load up
scoot on over, i’m ’bout to pick another ho up
blrrt, blrrt, we countin’ pros up, please don’t disturb us
[chorus: damedot & ace cino]
blrrt, that’s the dispatcher
somebody get some help, it’s been a kidnapping
fly to cali, buy the presents then i gift wrap ’em
phone on do not disturb ’cause my sh~t slappin’
i don’t listen to y’all n~ggas ’cause y’all big capping
quit yappin’, i’ll have lil’ brodie push your sh~t backwards
phone on do not disturb ’cause my sh~t slappin’
f~ckin’ strippers in the mansion, chi chi k!ll patrick
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