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Don Trip Ft Gutta & Young Dolph - Ima Dawg Track 12 From Human Torch 3 / lll + HT3 Mixtape Download Link Below Listen To Mr. Don Trip's 2011 Human Torch 3 Mixtape in 1080HD 01 HT3 Intro (Prod by Yung Ladd) www.youtube.com 02 Heavy Metal (Prod by DJ Toomp) www.youtube.com 03 Back 2 Work (Prod by Yung Ladd) www.youtube.com 04 Dont Point (prod Cool & Dre) www.youtube.com 05 Money Machine Ft Starlito (Prod by The Futuristiks) www.youtube.com 06 Paper Over Pussy (Prod by Drumma Boy) www.youtube.com 07 30 Round (Prod by Yung Chef) www.youtube.com 08 Money Women & Guns (Prod by Trakkaholiks) www.youtube.com 09 Lawyer (Prod by Kane Beats) www.youtube.com 10 Back 2 Back (Prod by Yung Chef) www.youtube.com 11 Dumb Ft Pif & Bink 4sho (Prod by The Renegades) www.youtube.com 12 Ima Dawg Ft Gutta & Young Dolph www.youtube.com 13 Skelton Mask (Prod by Yung Ladd) www.youtube.com 14 Cheers (Prod by Cool & Dre) www.youtube.com 15 Outro www.youtube.com 16 Past Due Ft J2 & Bink 4sho www.youtube.com Download Human Torch 3 By Mr. Don Trip mrdontrip.bandcamp.com or www.datpiff.com Check out all of Don Trip's work mrdontrip.bandcamp.com Follow Don Trip on Twitter twitter.com Like Mr. Don Trip on Facebook www.facebook.com Lookout for Mr. Don Trip's Upcoming Album "Help Is On The Way" cuz it... is on the way

ALL COPYRIGHTS GOING TO SMOSH!!!! Their awesome ;) My Action/VFX channel: www.youtube.com Here is the download links! Free Download Link: www.mediafire.com IF you have money or want to use some $$$ on this song, me and Smosh would be very happy if you buy it instead of download it free :D : bit.ly ●LYRICS● How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop! How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow From Boston to NY, always up to no good Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back Using my hidden blade for a secret attack Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat What? A man's gotta eat... How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the ...

Verse 1 Sometimes I feel like I'm in this thing by myself/ cause I can't even turn around and ask you for your help/ without you trying to say that I'm just digging on your wealth/ boy if that was the case I would've been had better nails/ cause all this cooking and cleaning/ you got me washing machine-ing/ and I ain't never been the type of bitch to be on this scene/ I'm used to diamonds and rings, I'm used to drowning in drinks/ I'm used to beauty shops, crooked cops, and fraudulent things/ boy I was harboring dreams, I was plotting and scheming/ I was bout to make a way for us to all live our dreams/ I'm talking mountains and skis, I'm talking all of them things/ but you too busy trying to keep up out in them streets/ while I'm steady to trying to pull you out of them streets/ boy you turn around debating and you battle with me/ boy I'm just trying to tell you who them tattlers be ( and who them tattlers be, and who them tattlers be)/ I'm trying to act like its me, I'm trying to act like a team/ I'm trying to be the ride or die bitch you asked me to be/ boy are you joking with me, nigga you broke as can be/ unless you doing magic, boy you hocus pocus-ing me/ cause you ain't you fucking with me, I'm the one that you need/ I'm the bread making, dinner baking, raiser of seeds, who does it greater than me/ there ain't no hater in me, and the more I think about it boy its plainer to see/ boy you ain't sheltering me, nah you ain't bettering me/ you just bring your doubt and ...