- Doeburger (feat. YBN Nahmir) 歌詞 UnoTheActivist Travis Barker YBN Nahmir
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- UnoTheActivist Travis Barker YBN Nahmir
- Might just hop on the beat like, 'Yeah'
I dont even remember how I hop in
Travis, you killed it
Pull up with the .40, hit em, yeah
Ice gon get em, gon chill em, yeah
Niggas mad that I wont get em
Niggas need to be happy I dont kill em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like Im a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, .40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the .40 follow me
Huh, me? Im gon pop my collar, then
Told that bitch I wont see but until tomorrow then
Im gon nut on her and she gon swallow kid
Baby, give me head, yeah, please acknowledge me
Chopper tighten off, it go out back, yeah
Make you wanna bang, you dont even bang, yeah
Snub-nose, close range
Uh, told that boy to get like parachutes and hang there
Huh, boy, you better hang there
Hang tight
Hmm, chopper hit, aim right
Said, the copper hit em, aint light (Ooh, nope)
Everything I do they bite
Like a Mike and Ike
Knock em out , Mike Tyson
Knock em
Pull up with the .40, hit em, yeah
Ice gon get em, gon chill em, yeah
Niggas mad that I wont get em
Niggas need to be happy I dont kill em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like Im a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, .40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the .40 follow me
New Rollie with the big rocks
Got a new seat with the big shots
Got the top down on the drop-top
Know I gotta keep a Glock with a red dot
Young hot nigga, always on that bullshit
Two chains on, got some buffs and a new fit
Bitch, every time you see me its a new whip
Try to play he get left on the news clip
Bitch, you better snap back to reality
Im balling like a athlete
Thats why you niggas mad at me
His mom seen his dead body, thats a tragedy
With all this money, I provide for all my family
New bitch, switch cars on a new day
Dont beef, lil bitch, cause Im too paid
Swerving in the big body, it take two lanes
Got a bad ass bitch with some mood swings
I aint worried bout nothing, Ima boss up
Im really out here ****ing niggas mamas
If you play with the squad we gon pop you
Im a savage, grew my dreads like a Rasta
Like I said, play with me, bitch, its cut-throat
He get smoked , he tried to up, his homie got toast
Your bitch a flirt, she gon do the most
Ay, you can catch me sliding in that black Ghost
Pull up with the .40, hit em, yeah
Ice gon get em, gon chill em, yeah
Niggas mad that I wont get em
Niggas need to be happy I dont kill em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like Im a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, .40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the .40 follow me
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