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letra de doin dat - dc2trill

doin dat lyrics
[intro]
(nick on the track)

[verse 1: dc2trill]
finna walk up in the trap and bust a pint down
n-gga should live in the circus, he be trapping with clowns (dig?)
i was broke, f-cked up, but now i travel now (i was broke)
f-ck around the trigger, i pull up in acura, blow ’em down
make these b-tches do acrobatics when the ones hit the ground (dig?)
lil’ moe, where them n-ggas that was dissing? sh-t, they dying now
do ’em cold just like december
sad opps, cry me a river (me a river)
i’m with the gang, don’t f-ck with n-ggas
he gon’ leave with bullets in him
i told zelly just earlier today, “f-ck these n-ggas” (f-ck ’em)
pull up, cash out in the ‘rari, that’s a light flex (light flex)
n-ggas claiming bodies they ain’t catch, but we ain’t like that
i am not a homewrecker, tell him get his wife back

[chorus: zelly ocho]
(know my name, b-tch)
yeah, running through the check, you know we doing that, yeah
he can’t shoot back, he tried shooting back, yeah
i’m in la and i got stupid pack
the b-tch said i was dead, well, now i got some stupid racks, yeah
what the f-ck you doing? why you doing that? yeah
i just spent ten on some stupid sh-t, yeah
dc came with the wock’, it had the seal in, yeah
it’s different in the city, i be f-cking twins, yeah
[verse 2: zelly ocho]
it’s different with the gang ’cause that’s my f-cking kin
i just took a doctor pill, waiting for it to kick in
my brother got the compact, he making that sh-t blend in
i used to pull the plug out, now i’m getting plugged in

[verse 3: dc2trill]
this b-tch look like tracee ellis ross, but she not my girlfriend (yep)
chalk it up, take your lil’ loss, so you can win then (gotta dig it)
if if was a fifth, p-ssy n-gga, you would be a drunk man (yeah)
n-gga hoed you out up at the stu’, he’s a b-tch man
i attract to old-ass drank just like a f-cking magnet (phew)
n-gga tryna steal my lil’ style, f-ck it, you can have it (phew)
b-tch, you can suck my d-ck all around the house, but you better not go in my cabinet (yeah)
know if i flash these lil’ rolls, she gon’ bust it gladly
i know i don’t look sh-t like now, but i got bad habits
i know percs, go to the strip club, i be ass-grabbing (dig?)
n-ggas be really broke as f-ck, please stay in your lane
chopper leave a n-gga hunchback just like notre dame (dig?)

[interlude: dc2trill]
yeah, old flunkie-ass n-gga
like, like, for real, like
you became street when you was nineteen, n-gga, you was a motherf-cking hipster n-gga growing up, n-gga
old flavorless-ass n-ggas
stay in your f-cking lane, fool
2t sh-t, n-gga
yeah
[chorus: zelly ocho]
(know my name, b-tch)
yeah, running through the check, you know we doing that, yeah
he can’t shoot back, he tried shooting back, yeah
i’m in la and i got stupid pack
the b-tch said i was dead, well, now i got some stupid racks, yeah
what the f-ck you doing? why you doing that? yeah
i just spent ten on some stupid sh-t, yeah
dc came with the wock’, it had the seal in, yeah
it’s different in the city, i be f-cking twins

- dc2trill

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