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letra de front door - doe boy

[intro]
the biggest opp, n-gga
i’m my opps’ richest opp (what juicy say? he be like, “shut the f-ck up”)
i’m the only rich opp they got
shut the f-ck up, n-gga (oh, really?)
big doe beezy speakin’, n-gga (them n-ggas poor as f-ck)
stop talkin’ (b-tch-ass boy, stop playin’)

[verse 1]
go ask wafi, b-tch, my neck full of princess cuts, ho (wafi)
mixed with eliantte, d-mn, my necklace f-ck ’round, cut my throat (eliantte, uh)
kick her to the curb if she weak, i might just stomp a ho (bye)
pistol like a school shirt, f-ck you think i tuck it for? (brrr, blah)
i’ma up it, blow it, see an opp, get to workin’ him (bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
f-ck a 9-to-5, my shooter job wake up, lurkin’ on him (uh-huh, uh-huh)
he is not no demon, think we need to find a church for him (p-ssy)
all my opps some b-tches, think i need to buy some purses for ’em (hahaha, no, really)
i should buy your p-ssy ass chanel like my hoes (hah)
b-tch, my namе cotrell, don’t get me confusеd with your lil’ bro (fool)
please get your lil’ bro ‘fore his lil’ p-ssy ass get smoked, uh (uh-huh)
i ain’t even sayin’ no word, n-gga, my wrist say it, come on, f-ck? (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

[pre-chorus]
come here, baby
perc’ 30 to the facey, i’m feelin’ lazy (big doe beezy, n-gga)
rock his ass sleep like jay-z, lil’ baby (rock him, aw)
wanna stop me, but they can’t make me, i know they hate me (hah, hah)
i ain’t boxin’ sh-t, i’ll shoot your face, you can’t fade me (bah-bah-bah-bah)
scope on top of that bl!ck, i saw that p-ssy face in hd (grrah)
saw the ice and then she let me f-ck, but can you blame me? (uh-uh)
twin glizzy, feel like ashley and mary-kate be (oh, really? uh)
[chorus]
they done f-cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (let’s go)
spotted me a rapper, yeah, that p-ssy n-gga done for (bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
f-ck the back, n-gga, beezy comin’ through the front door
heard he said it’s smoke, but he don’t want none, though (oh, really? think i’m playin’?)
rubber band boy, b-tch, i pull up, let the drum roll (bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
b-tch, i’m rich as f-ck, f-ck i look like stuntin’ a ho? (fool, fool, fool)
you think she your wifey, but she really just a sl-t, though (come here, baby)
all these princess diamonds on my neck, b-tch, i’m cutthroat (oh, really? let’s go)

[verse 2]
shooter clean a full house up like how the maids be (uh-huh)
better tell me yes, i wanna f-ck, i don’t like maybes (come here, baby)
ridin’ ’round with your baby, picked her up in a mercedes (yoom)
pulled my diamonds out, that ho thought i turned on the ac (oh, really? uh)
better not try the gang, we is not no hoes, cuz (no)
n-gga asked him what he bang, they said they don’t know lil’ blood (gang, gang, gang, gang)
n-gga said he gettin’ money, his ho said it slowed up (fool, fool)
yeah, this beat by juicy j, but this gun sing like bone thugs, uh (bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)

[pre-chorus]
come here, baby
perc’ 30 to the facey, i’m feelin’ lazy
rock his ass sleep like jay-z, lil’ baby (rock him, aw)
wanna stop me, but they can’t make me, i know they hate me (hah, huh?)
[chorus]
they done f-cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (with my snubnose)
spotted me a rapper, yeah, that p-ssy n-gga done for (yeah, he done)
f-ck the back, n-gga, beezy comin’ through the front door (big doe beezy, n-gga)
heard he said it’s smoke, but he don’t want none, though (fool, think i’m playin’?)
rubber band boy, b-tch, i pull up, let the drum roll
b-tch, i’m rich as f-ck, f-ck i look like stuntin’ a ho? (stupid-ass lil’ boy)
you think she your wifey, but she really just a sl-t, though (come here, baby)
all these princess diamonds on my neck, b-tch, i’m cutthroat

[outro]
i ain’t boxin’ sh-t, i’ll shoot your face, you can’t fade me (big doe beezy)
scope on top of that bl!ck, i saw that p-ssy face in hd (brrah)
saw the ice and then she let me f-ck, but can you blame me? (d-mn, huh?)
twin glizzy, feel like ashley and mary-kate be (oh, really? huh?)
n-gga, f-ck? n-gga
big doe beezy, n-gga
huh? n-gga, n-gga (huh?)
look, n-gga, juicy j on some bullsh-t, man (oh, really?)
look, you got me feelin’ like an opp in this motherf-cker (n-gga)

- doe boy

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