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letra de off the porch - doe boy

[intro]
danny, i see you
bah, bah-bah, uh
bah-bah, bah, uh
bah-bah, uh
bah-bah, bah, uh
doe beezy, uh
look, doe
doe beezy, let’s go

[verse]
mama said, “no”, so you no i did the opposite (big bag)
sorry ma’ just bought this bl!ck, i’m tryna see which opp i hit (sorry)
only got four hundred dollars, tryna see which glock i get (you know, for real)
that four hundred dollars gon’ turn to thousands, ma’, i’m out here robbin’ sh-t
thirteen years old, gettin’ drunk, i’m on some wildlin’ sh-t (facts)
fifteen, tried to rob me, got my n-gga shot and sh-t (facts)
had a hundred dollars, but i ain’t want it, empty my pockets, b-tch (true story)
i came in fake, i started running, i see them c-ck the b-tch (true story)
clap broski chase me ’round the whip, but he miss (d-mn)
i can’t fake, sound like a b-tch, from this day forward i need a stick (bah, bah, bah, bah)
now i’m out here with my .38 and this b-tch stay on my hip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
and i dare a p-ssy n-gga trip, this b-tch stay on my grip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
the next n-gga that try me is grab my kicked ’em on their sh-t (facts)
i go too far, go ask-, hopеfully he know i’m with the sh-t’s (ha)
that was my n-gga ‘fore wе was beefin’, n-gga, he called me for the hits (remember)
remember them n-ggas hop on yo’ ass, n-gga, you called me for the blitz (remember)
broad day, i’m outside, bl!ck, bl!ck, bl!ck bl!ck (bl!ck, bl!ck, bl!ck)
shot that b-tch, tuck my .9, cl!ck his whole cl!ck bl!ck (cl!ck bl!ck)
thinkin’ ’bout my old life, it’s crazy, i’m on rich sh-t
ain’t laying in the cell no more, i’m laying on a thick b-tch (no more, come here)
who’s this nose n-gga, coming through, talking too greasy (no bap)
move the bed for robbin’ n-ggas, that sh-t too easy (true)
spoilin’ ass, lil’ n-ggas ain’t like me, it’s too swishy (no sirski)
give no f-cks, shoot up the ‘burbs, hop off the bus to east cee (let’s go, oh, really?)
priest started my own gang, you n-gga shoot when he speak (he ’bout that murder gang, n-gga)
sharpfy, he irritating, that n-gga shoot we he drink (boom, boom)
gang come through, biggest sweep (sweep, sweep)
feds came through, digger sweep (sweep)
my main opp sayin’ he ain’t a rapper, cl!ck the n-gga page, i see a link (boom)
link up in the bio, but he a lame down in ohio (boom)
n-ggas talk, but they know not to try though (boom, boom, boom, boom)
uh, catch up so we don’t let up, but my steppers got berettas (berettas)
let me stop telling this story ‘fore i go to jail forever, n-gga (pick a clan)
[outro]
you shut the f-ck up right now, n-gga
’cause i’ma-, oh, really? haha
oh god, i really get to poppin’ that sh-t, n-gga
you gon’ be mad
and them boys gon’ be like, “nah, you ain’t like that”, shut the f-ck up
you dig?
b-tch (ay, let’s go, ha)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- doe boy

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