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Doe Beezy (Gang) Top shotta, don dada Man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man Sledgren Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Doe Beezy) I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot We gon' run in with the chops Play, get wet up with this mop Then we run off with his guap Try to run up, he get shot, yeah Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch? I'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Oh, really?) All this drip on me, damn, I feel important (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to slide in minivans, now it's Porsches (Zoom) Hollows in the Glock hot, left 'em scorchin' Kick his door, he got them babies, we abort shit (Oh, really?) Don't come walking through my hood tryna tour, bitch Police came in asking questions, got ignored, bitch Keep that 40 on me if I'm poor or rich Took so long to shoot this clip, I got bored, bitch (Oh, really?) SongtexteIt's dirty in my double cup You funny, you can't fuck with us Lil' boy, go toughen up Pussy need to muscle up I pull up, get to cuttin' up This Draco make him double dutch This goofy fronted us Now he pissed he can't get in touch with us Pull up, he get out of line You ain't gang, you not with mine Glad I never had no nine to five, I work with my nines All my niggas shoot and rob, bitch, that's on my mom He not Taylor Gang but he get tied for them dollar signs (Oh, really?) Middle finger to my enemies, they not shit to me Bitch, I hang 'round hundred millionaires, you not rich to me This AR sing a fuckin' melody, hit a symphony Just a corny nigga with designer on, that's not drip to me (Pussy) Bitch, I'm big Doe Beezy, I'm one hundred, you not half of me I be talkin' shit but I'm too lit, can't see when they taggin' me I can't let 'em kick it, I don't know if he gon' blast for me (Pussy) Really you a rat to me, fuck nigga actually Pull up to the club, thirty shooters, thirty baddies I pray he don't go against the gang, it's a tragedy Told my youngin I got a murder for him, he get happy AK dance like Diddy but this FN sing like Cassie (Oh, really?) Young nigga geeked off Xannys and Addys If that pussy nigga want smoke, drop an addy (Doe Beezy) She wish she could trap me, she mad she can't have me You treat her like your wife, but I'm her daughter, I'm her zaddy Mwah, mwah I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot We gon' run in with the chops Play, get wet up with this mop Then we run off with his guap Try to run up, he get shot, yeah Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch? I'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Doe Beezy) Aus Songtexte Mania