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letra de dumb - doe boy

[intro: doe boy & lola brooke]
oh, really?
d-o-e beezy
oh, oh, oh, oh
d-o-e beezy
hey, baby
oh, really?

[verse 1: lola brooke & doe boy]
ready or not, here i come (here i come, here i come)
this two-piece on nyquil, so please don’t get slumped (da-da-da-da)
my n-gga f-ck me ’til i’m numb (mwah)
f-ck me ’til i— uh
and every b-tch want smoke, save your lungs
with my n-ggas, ain’t gon’ feel me
love ’em all sincerely
baddest b-tch up in nyc, clearly
none of these n-ggas never been near me
somehow they b-tch gon’ fear mе
i know i be in the wrong, but a b-tch still won’t spare mе
hmm, ayo, doe boy (what’s up?)
do you know, boy? (oh, really?)

[verse 2: doe boy & lola brooke]
ayo, lola, i just slumped boy by his rolls-royce
two-thousand-dollar prada shoes, step on broke boys (uh-huh)
d-ck all in your bm throat, she gettin’ choked, boy (mwah, come here, baby)
i’m in brooklyn with the gangsters, know i’m safe (hahaha)
i be with the shmurdas, nypd know my face
drop a n-gga faster than my lawyer drop a case
you love me, tell me where he stay so i can spin it like the combo on my safe
posted in the slums with my gun
bad as f-ck, l!ck her up ’til she cum on my tongue
every n-gga ’round me got a gun where i’m from (gang, gang, gang)
i don’t go for nothin’, thought i was goin’ for somethin’, are you dumb? (fool)
[verse 3: lola brooke]
how you b-tches f-ckin’ local n-ggas to go worldwide? (are you dumb?)
i got hitters watchin’ over me like they my third eye (they my— uh)
b-tter pecan, pearl white, n-ggas terrified (mwah, mwah, mwah)
blood boiling, so this glizzy gettin’ sterilized
and i got that heat to make your temperature go scuba dive (i like that, uh)

[verse 4: doe boy]
don’t go against the mob, you better off committin’ suicide
ridin’ through ny, in bed-stuy, out here, it’s do or die
p-ssy here, p-ssy there, can’t make my mind up who to try
dumped the heat so much, i f-cked around and got the cooler hot
b-tch said it was smoke and seen him, d-mn, why you ain’t shoot the guy?
transportin’ drugs, lil’ broski got his uber hot
make me mad, i spank that ass, i do it like i do the opps (mwah, come here, baby)

[verse 5: lola brooke & doe boy]
n-ggas do not spin blocks, n-ggas gettin’ blocked off (blocked off)
b-tches be the new fiends, gettin’ n-ggas’ rocks off (uh)
i don’t give a f-ck about the govy and they top laws (i don’t)
n-ggas cannot get back, we already dropped y’alls
my n-gga act so freaky, i get in, i just drop drawers (hey, baby)
he ask me who p-ssy that it is and i said, “not yours” (i’m sorry)
i don’t give no f-cks about whose seat, we don’t do lapdogs (i don’t, i don’t, i don’t)
tell my n-gga go pop y’alls (oh, really?)
[outro: doe boy & lola brooke]
i got you
buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (uh-huh)
buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (uh-huh)
buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, yeah
’cause i’ma throw my sh-t, don’t even worry about it
f-ck up out of here
oh, really?

- doe boy

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