"DUMB!" lyrics
I got bad bitches, know we been tryna hide
Said I'm done with the night life, in the morning day slidin'
Late night with some brand new drugs, shawty wanna try it
Rollin' with the windows down ridin'
Go M.I.A
Book me a flight out the city, let's get out L.A (Okay)
Ran up a million, and told that bitch "Watch what you say" (Watch what you say)
Ayy, go ahead just talk to me nice, 'fore I get out the way
I'm quittin' just switch up the pace, okay
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb, uh
Bring 'em to the front, uh
This party goin' dumb, uh
Her hands goin' dumb, uh
I'm still a five star typa nigga, but the bag one of one, uh
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb (Yeah)
I got phone calls, fuckin' with my patience (Woo)
Hands on the wheel, while I'm blazin' (Yeah, yeah)
Two bitches, ridin' in rotation (Woo)
Swear I love 'em all, I can't fake it
Bad bitches, every new occasion (Yeah)
Strip club, starin' at you naked
Don't you pull the switch, to your location (Woah)
Get you what you want (Ayy), get you what you want (Ayy)
Hundreds fallin' from the ceilin', I can show you things that he won't (Ayy)
Black truck in the driveway, my bitch in new Saint Laurent (New Saint Laurent)
Told 'em to pull up to the front
OG kush blowin' through my lungs
Purple kush blowin' through my lungs
Prada shades, with the bags in the trunk (Bags)
Blowin' through commas everyday, we ain't waitin' 'til the first of the month (No)
She off the drugs, now she can't sleep (Yeah)
She fell in love, now she can't leave
This shit ain't new to me, I can't, uh
This shit ain't new to me, I can't see
St-still goin' dumb
Bring 'em to the front
Party goin' dumb
Her hands goin'—
I'm still a five star, five star, one of one
K-keep it on the low with me, and shawty, I can get you what you want
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb, uh
Bring 'em to the front (Go)
This party goin' dumb (Go)
Her hands goin' dumb, uh
I'm still a five star typa nigga, but the bag one of one (Yeah)
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb (Yeah)
I got phone calls, fuckin' with my patience (Woo)
Hands on the wheel, while I'm blazin' (Yeah, yeah)
Two bitches, ridin' in rotation (Woo)
Swear I love 'em all, I can't fake it
Bad bitches, every new occasion (Yeah)
Strip club, starin' at you naked
Don't you pull the switch, to your location (Woah)
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
Bring 'em to the front
Said I'm done with the night life, in the morning day slidin'
Late night with some brand new drugs, shawty wanna try it
Rollin' with the windows down ridin'
Go M.I.A
Book me a flight out the city, let's get out L.A (Okay)
Ran up a million, and told that bitch "Watch what you say" (Watch what you say)
Ayy, go ahead just talk to me nice, 'fore I get out the way
I'm quittin' just switch up the pace, okay
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb, uh
Bring 'em to the front, uh
This party goin' dumb, uh
Her hands goin' dumb, uh
I'm still a five star typa nigga, but the bag one of one, uh
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb (Yeah)
I got phone calls, fuckin' with my patience (Woo)
Hands on the wheel, while I'm blazin' (Yeah, yeah)
Two bitches, ridin' in rotation (Woo)
Swear I love 'em all, I can't fake it
Bad bitches, every new occasion (Yeah)
Strip club, starin' at you naked
Don't you pull the switch, to your location (Woah)
Get you what you want (Ayy), get you what you want (Ayy)
Hundreds fallin' from the ceilin', I can show you things that he won't (Ayy)
Black truck in the driveway, my bitch in new Saint Laurent (New Saint Laurent)
Told 'em to pull up to the front
OG kush blowin' through my lungs
Purple kush blowin' through my lungs
Prada shades, with the bags in the trunk (Bags)
Blowin' through commas everyday, we ain't waitin' 'til the first of the month (No)
She off the drugs, now she can't sleep (Yeah)
She fell in love, now she can't leave
This shit ain't new to me, I can't, uh
This shit ain't new to me, I can't see
St-still goin' dumb
Bring 'em to the front
Party goin' dumb
Her hands goin'—
I'm still a five star, five star, one of one
K-keep it on the low with me, and shawty, I can get you what you want
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb, uh
Bring 'em to the front (Go)
This party goin' dumb (Go)
Her hands goin' dumb, uh
I'm still a five star typa nigga, but the bag one of one (Yeah)
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb (Yeah)
I got phone calls, fuckin' with my patience (Woo)
Hands on the wheel, while I'm blazin' (Yeah, yeah)
Two bitches, ridin' in rotation (Woo)
Swear I love 'em all, I can't fake it
Bad bitches, every new occasion (Yeah)
Strip club, starin' at you naked
Don't you pull the switch, to your location (Woah)
Still goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
Bring 'em to the front
