- Doe Boy Do It Again 歌词
- YSN Flow Doe Boy
- I’m tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won but scared I’ma lose it again
**** on this bitch send her back to her n*gga
She hitting my phone tryna do it again
Hand me downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap
No, I can’t go through it again
I’ma **** her and her friend
I hit two hoes in a Benz
I got some killas that can’t be on camera
Play and they shoot like a lense
Ice on my body
I’m dripping water
I wash away all my sins
Run up on Doe
That’s a no go
You ah end up on the flow like YSN
He ain’t never caught no bodies
Why you let him run with ya gang?
Why he in?
Oh, you thought it was sweet, n*gga try again
Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again
Try the band gods they drummin’
Yeah them chopsticks look like violins
Still screaming **** yo dead homie
We ah dig him up, he could die again bitch
Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick
Came in wit her man
Left wit my dick
60K I patek my wrist
100 shots I protect my shhhhhh
I’m tryna hit a n*gga
I don’t shoot in the wind
My lil steppa caught a body
He ready to do it again
I’m tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won but scared I’ma lose it again
**** on this bitch send her back to her n*gga
She hitting my phone tryna do it again
Hand me downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap
No, I can’t go through it again
I got on Gucci
This ain’t even drip my n*gga
Don’t you see I’m rich my n*gga?
You got a glock but a bitch my n*gga
You ain’t never hit no n*gga
He talking hot guess he wanna get lit my n*gga
28 in my clip my n*gga
Shout out my jeweler my neck look like piss my n*gga
That’s why bitches pick a n*gga
I’m tryna hold up my fist wit Rolex my wrist
And every Diamond on it hit
Look how I’m holding my stick
I’m ready to blitz
And put a n*gga on his shit
Super hot I know I’m lit
Remember when I wasn’t shit
Now everybody want a pic
And everybody on my dick
These n*ggas switchin’ sides
If he flipping sides then we flipping his whip
**** it balling hard I need a bucket
Making money bitch I love it
These bitches be ****ing
That’s what I can’t do the loving
And that’s why I can’t do the trusting
I **** then I’m dubbing
Momma I’m hot as a oven
And all these bitches tryna touch it
Look how I coming
Walk in the room and I’m bussing
Ain’t even **** and she cumming
I’m tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won but scared I’ma lose it again
**** on this bitch send her back to her n*gga
She hitting my phone tryna do it again
Hand me downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap
No, I can’t go through it again
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