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letra de rhude boy - doe boy

[intro]
play the sh-t you known for, doe boy
everybody, everybody, stop it
let’s go
yeah
doe beezy

[refrain]
now tell me who want the smoke with us
body for body, we shoot at faces, you can’t go toe to toe with us (boom, boom)
opps see that minivan slidin’, they know what’s up (skrrt)
got them p-ssy n-ggas duckin’ down ’cause they know it’s up (p-ssy)

[verse 1]
all my youngins savage, no, we do not give no f-ck
forty hit him, felt like he got hit by a tow truck (boom, boom)
bullets hit his body and he died, ain’t had no luck
plug tried to front me, i ran off like, “i owe what?” (oh, really?)
stop it

[chorus]
what type of n-gga g-ngb-ng in the streets?
a youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (doe beezy)
if i catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (skrrt)
only pole i hang with forty, i don’t hang with police (oh, really?)
[verse 2]
ain’t no switchin’ sides, p-ssy, you know what mine is
p-ssy n-gga hide, then we go where his mom live
go against the mob, i’ma show you what slime is (slatt, slatt)
try future in the club, i’ma go out like shyne did (oh, really?)
p-ssy better go and hide when we hop on your ass, boy (on your ass, boy)
hope you don’t get rude, boy, i’ll show you i’m bad, boy
he think i’m a f-ck boy, then go ask the last boy
i got too much cash, boy, got bags like the trash, boy
no love, f-ck y’all n-ggas, hope you die a slow death
catch a body with no stress
poked his chest out, so he left here with no chest
i’m too fly to box, shootin’ guns, don’t break no sweat (think i’m playin’?)
you dig?

[verse 3]
it’s ’cause he hardcore nothin’, how i came up from nothin’ (knowles ave)
i don’t like when n-ggas muggin’, b-tch, you know that i’m clutchin’ (rrr)
b-tch, i came from doin’ drills, used to up it and bust it
now i can race foreigns with diddy kids, christian and justin (oh, really?)
n-ggas talk that bullsh-t, that money end of discussion (let’s go)
big doe beezy keep them bands, but i don’t play with percussion (doe beezy)
you cross me, you know it’s somethin’, b-tch, it’s big repercussions (let’s go)
have you scared to close your eyes, you know the grim reaper coming (rrr)
boy, you know you not no gangster, take your b-tch ass to church then
wanna be a boss, go take over your turf then
rubber band money gang, don’t know no n-ggas worse than
i’m to real, i don’t pretend, b-tch, i pop perc’ tens (oh, really?)
[chorus]
what type of n-gga g-ngb-ng in the streets? (beezy)
a youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (boom, boom)
if i catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (skrrt)
only pole i hang with forty, i don’t hang with police (grrah)

[refrain]
now tell me who want the smoke with us
body for body, we shoot at faces, you can’t go toe to toe with us
opps see that minivan slidin’, they know what’s up
got them p-ssy n-ggas duckin’ down ’cause they know it’s up (oh, really?)

[outro]
let’s go, beezy
man, hurry up
we over here
f-ck y’all n-ggas waitin’ on, man?
come on
cash grab
let’s go
let’s roll, right now
oh, really

- doe boy

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