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letra de forever on that - dougie b

forever on that lyrics
[verse 1]
they be like, “dougie keep rappin’, you done all the clappin’
get money, you gotta be patient”
i be like, “f-ck all the chattin’, you know we not actin’
give a f-ck ’bout a deal, i’m on gang sh-t”
the way the shawty, she shake it, she quick
and off of henny and drinkin’ ain’t no time to be wasted
pretty boy, swaggy ooter could never be basic
money my time, yeah, i chase it
(and if i don’t got it i need it, i get it, i take it
a.k.a. sleezy, i’m sanctioned)
and if i don’t got it i need it, i get it, i take it
a.k.a. sleezy, i’m sanctioned
ain’t no f-ckin’ wit’ me wit’ the tweak, nah
f-ckin’ wit’ me you get tweaky to geek
i spinned his sh-t, it’s a callin’ to me
so slid wit’ the beat like a quarter wit’ me
and i stay wit’ nina she ready to
movelook, all you gon’ hear is the “shh”

[chorus]
geek on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it-
tweak on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f-ckin’ wit’ us (you bum)
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
he’s a fiend, we leavin’ him slumped
geek on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it-
tweak on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f-ckin’ wit’ us
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
he’s a fiend, we leavin’ him slumped
(y’all n-ggas not f-ck wit’ the kid
oh, this another thing, y’all b-tches be losin’ me)
[verse 2]
oh, she jackin’ the opps?
so i see her, i beat her like pops
’cause y’all b-tches is losin’ the kid
big cup, sip water like triss
big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like crip
and these n-ggas be comedy
catch ’em, we lay ’em, bang it (blood)
stomp a n-gga dazin’, he anxious
brodie, he got it, i pay him
dougie and dougz, that’s two different faces
she saw love when i see the face sh-t
once ain’t no tellin’ b-tch, i’ma face it
ten toes, ebk like melly
doa 300, b-tch, ain’t no changin’

[chorus]
geek on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it-
tweak on the beat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f-ckin’ wit’ us
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
he’s a fiend, we leavin’ him slumped

[outro]
free kay flock, you heard

- dougie b

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