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letra de neva froze - doe boy & southside

[intro: doe boy & chief keef]
(toodope, toodope)
beezy, baby (oh yeah)
(808 mafia)
sosa, baby (bang, bang)
doe, doe, doe, doe (gbe baby)
doe, doe, doe, doe (gang, doe beezy)
let’s go

[chorus: doe boy & chief keef]
young rich n-gga keep a pole tucked (doe, bang)
i’m icy than a f-ck but i never froze up (nah, for real)
hatin’ in the plug, mad they b-tches chose us (gang, gang)
that’s your main ho but that ain’t what she told us (nah, for real, gang, gang)
said you gon’ blow who? you gon’ blow what? (oh, really?)
thought i was a ho and then you woke up (then you woke up, p-ssy)
i’m just like my money, i can’t fold up (no, no, let’s go)
four shootin’ out the car, we gon’ get closer (let’s go)

[verse 1: doe boy]
ice shinin’ you better not takе a step closer (no, no)
treat that lil’ b-tch likе my main but i won’t post her (no, no)
i’m on nose avenue, that’s where i post up (yeah, yeah, nose ave)
big birds, b-tch, i’m a vulture (gang, gang, let’s go)
“i think doe beezy a ho” you must be coked up (doe beezy, boom)
get you whacked with my feet kicked up, b-tch, i’m sosa (doe beezy, doe beezy)
youngin’ got the block hot, he popped out with that toaster (brr, brr)
on your block in all black but he ain’t throwin’ folks up (you think i’m playin’)
run the game, see ’em (see ’em)
wouldn’t wanna be him (no, no)
money famous, b-tches, groupies, it go down in my dm (let’s go)
all that talkin’ on the ‘gram got layed down ’cause of dm (brr)
spray from am to the pm, prolly k!ll a n-gga b.m. (godd-mn)
everybody get it, don’t care who was there (don’t care who was, no, no)
computer thuggin’ ’til we spin him like computer chairs (skrrt, boom, boom)
i can’t trust a soul, i don’t know who’ll tell (who’ll tell, yeah)
my n-ggas demons, give a f-ck, they gon’ be cool in here (oh, really? gang, gang, gang, gang)
[chorus: doe boy & chief keef]
young rich n-gga keep a pole tucked (pole tucked)
i’m icy than a f-ck but i never froze up (brr)
hatin’ in the plug, mad they b-tches chose us (hah, gang, gang)
that’s your main ho but that ain’t what she told us (boom, gang, gang)
said you gon’ blow who? you gon’ blow what? (you gon’ blow what?)
thought i was a ho and then you woke up (doe beezy)
i’m just like my money, i can’t fold up (freebandz)
four shootin’ out the car, we gon’ get closer (sosa, baby)

[verse 2: chief keef]
i don’t love b-tches (ayy)
i love poles (ayy)
gon’ try to fan (fan)
get your ass blowed (bop)
clean ass n-gga (n-gga)
dirty ass hoes (ayy)
a dirty ass stick, that’s a dirt ass pole
game up a n-gga on a dirty ass floor (bang)
crackhead steady knockin’ (ayy), on a dirty ass door (ayy)
she talkin’ down on me with some dirty ass toes (b-tch)
n-gga pay up ‘fore your mouth be foreclosed (gah, bang)
woke up, marble floors (doo-doo-doo)
eight double doors (doo-doo-doo)
pay a booster n-gga up like some stolen clothes (skrrt)
double-barrel shotty, that’s a double dose (ayy)
big ass strap in my pants like jeboz (bang, bang, bang)
fly black crows, sellin’ white dope (huh?)
sellin’ ten crack (huh?), everything must go (huh?)
neck, north pole (ayy)
but i ain’t never froze (bl!ck)
lava in the gun, that’s a volcano (bang, bang, bang)
[chorus: doe boy]
young rich n-gga keep a pole tucked (yeah, yeah)
i’m icy than a f-ck but i never froze up (yeah, yeah)
hatin’ in the plug, mad they b-tches chose us (gang, gang)
that’s your main ho but that ain’t what she told us (boom, yeah, yeah)
said you gon’ blow who? you gon’ blow what? (you gon’ blow what?)
thought i was a ho and then you woke up (bang)
i’m just like my money, i can’t fold up (bang, let’s go)
four shootin’ out the car, we gon’ get closer (bang, let’s go)
boom, boom, boom

[outro: chief keef]
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang

- doe boy southside

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