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letra de p$a - doughbois

[intro]:
yo, yo, yo what’s good?
bout to tell you a story about these four hard -ss dudes defending their t-tle against wack mc’s that don’t know sh-t about rap
k!lled the last one that stepped to us, now we just making an announcement:
anybody that comes up will be put down
doughbois live in the underground
ya’ll don’t make no sound
let’s get it

[chorus]:

this a psa that we don’t play
know some others in the way but we gon’ take your place
get up in your face with the sh-t we spray
got banana clips in the k so where ya’ll stay?
[x2]

[verse 1: ken bedz]
wanna be a doughboi? that’s a no boy
you know we in control
put that in your dome boy
tryna pose and be a clone, write off a phone boy
in the zone make you tune out, watch your tone boy
lit as a candle
you can’t even handle a sample
flippin’ the channels we floppin’ the sandals
dismantle you mambles and shambles and scrabbles
that scramble, there ain’t no scandal
me and daniel sizzlin’ up mcgriddles
brittle you down to scribbles, put you in the kettle
no riddles, no symbols. you just in the middle of beef and grizzle, i’m blowing up like a missile
nibble our sound, get frizzled and shriveled
ripple you down to cripples
makin’ that clear as a crystal
make your girl’s nipples jiggle
fo’ shizzle my wizzle your bizzle be ticklin’ my pickle
(kenny has a tiny d-ck)
wrist gold like a piddle of p-ss
body count’s like a fiddle of sticks, if you b-mpin’ this they you know…

[chorus]

[verse 2: od]
ripping apart every verse i’m in
it’s doughbois daily don’t mess with the kid
these other rappers tryna join in, cause they losing
all we do is win
claiming that you real but you fake rap
i thought we ended that with cwi way back
but i guess it’s time for round two, no need to drop names but we coming for you
what’s with all this talk about the second best?
there’s four of us, that leaves who left?
this rapping sh-t is our forte, so do us a favor, stay out of our way

[chorus]

[verse 3: xl]
you better recognize who the best there is to do this sh-t
back from the dead they get to given him medulla split
clowns and snakes, in the town i fakes
boy you in fifth place not even close to great
i’m filling up on money you ain’t ever seen a bank
i’m k!lling on a sunday, [finish on you?] as a shank
pourin’ up the drank, they too poor to f-cking play
monopoly, probably attacking rappers that wanna be good as me
autopsy could show that
four shots to the dome not talking ’bout a kodak
turn the flash on to catch us in the night
smoking kush and your bush is getting higher than a kite
holding chrome, cold as ice when i slice
careers then collect my check, like a nik’
when they see db, better flee the scene
i see snakes in your eyes, two one’s on the dice

[chorus]

[outro: tombstone]
yeah
doughbois be on top of the game motherf-cker
absolutely zero compet-tion
step up if you wanna get verbally raped in the -ss
b-tch, doughbois for life
xl, od, ken bedz, and tombstone in this b-tch, what’s good?

- doughbois

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