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letra de menace - doe boy

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[intro: future]
(last name hendrix, whatever i do)
pluto
(808 mafia)
pluto, pluto, pluto

[chorus: future]
just another menace to society
i’ll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
i’m in my bag, n-gga, like i hit a lottery
i’m in my bag like i just went on a robbery
i get so fresh, i post a pic, they think i’m sendin’ shots
when i f-ck my b-tch, i suge, i keep my eyes on the glock
i said, “i miss you,” and you know d-mn well a n-gga toxic
i’ll go to h-ll about this sh-t i love and ain’t a lot

[verse 1: future]
i can sell some dope, before this rap sh-t, i was flippin’ cash
i’ma stack a billio’ on top what i already had
ho, sign an nda before you come through, suck the swag
n-gga can’t even trip now, n-gga might trip over a million cash
i see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin’ to the devil
drop a bag, n-ggas comin’ through just like some bad weather
get them racks, bae, i really don’t have to put them bricks together
first class, n-gga, we ridin’ around on jets like delta
[verse 2: doe boy]
uh, you hop on that flight, gettin’ f-cked tonight, b-tch, that’s period (mwah, come here, baby)
hop in a bentley whip, whip it, let the g6 steer it (skrrt)
uh, n-gga, f-ck your feelings, if it ain’t cash, ain’t tryna hear it (fool)
uh, no, i don’t fly spirit, but if you try, fly your spirit (oh, really?)
uh, one-way trip to heaven, try the gang, that’s how we play
he was lookin’ too fly today, i stripped his ass like tsa (think i’m playin’?)
empty them pockets, take them shoes off, f-ck what you got to say (huh? think i’m playin’?)
you talk too much, you just gettin’ robbed today, no, you gettin’ shot today
b-tch, most these rappers lame ‘fore the fame, they ain’t have a name (‘fore the fame, they ain’t have a name, p-ssy)
most these rappers lame ‘fore the fame, they ain’t have a game (doe beezy)
vvs on my neck, that sh-t wet, but i’ll sn-tch a chain (oh, really?)

[chorus: future]
just another menace to society
i’ll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
i’m in my bag, n-gga, like i hit a lottery
i’m in my bag like i just went on a robbery
i get so fresh, i post a pic, they think i’m sendin’ shots
when i f-ck my b-tch, i suge, i keep my eyes on the glock
i said, “i miss you,” and you know d-mn well a n-gga toxic
i’ll go to h-ll about this sh-t i love and ain’t a lot

[outro: doe boy]
buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
this motherf-cker hot, gotta get rid of this b-tch
oh, sh-t
godd-mn, n-gga (gotta get the f-ck on)
f-ck this whip
f-ck this whip, boy, that b-tch done (gotta get the f-ck on)

- doe boy

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