letra de mad max - dougie b
[intro: dougie b]
(antisocial go crazy and it’s fact)
(hardheaded baby)
(ayo eliwtf?)
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
[chorus: dougie b]
i’m just playing, ain’t get in my bag yet
married to money, no cuffin’, i’m past that
on the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
flock off the peddle, i’m catchin’ a flash back
moving devious, feel like i’m mad max
pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30k or better in the backpack
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
[post-chorus: dougie b]
like it ain’t nothing these n-ggas could do with me
bands with the gucci amiri and louis v
ain’t no telling, no, you can’t bool with me
doa, all of my double r’s true to me
like n-ggas broke and i’m not with the foolery
catch me a rapper i’m taking his jewеlry
like kay-kay my brother, i know he gon’ ‘oot for mе
i’m high off the rah, i’m like [?]
oh you gonna spot ’em? we got ’em, we drop ’em
like no talking, we not with the nonsense
like die y, what’s a goon to a goblin?
like any problem, i bet i’ma solve it
gotta be easy, i can’t love me a b-tch
i got certain reasons i don’t trust me a b-tch
30s, dougz up, now they say i’m the sh-t
and these n-ggas be mad that a young n-gga rich
[chorus: dougie b]
i’m just playing, ain’t get in my bag yet
married to money, no cuffin’, i’m past that
on the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
flock off the peddle, i’m catchin’ a flash back
moving devious, feel like i’m mad max
pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30k or better in the backpack
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
[verse 1: tg crippy]
n-gga i put the k to the yz
and i put the k after the g
oy what? n-gga og what?
i can’t wait till they run into me
ya’ll ain’t never do nothin’ to me
dougie my brother, he dumping for free, like
we was broke, now amiri the jeans
all these b-tches gon’ f-ck ’cause they know who we be
big doa, when i walk in the spot
and it’s still free kay, that’s the flock
n-ggas dumb if they come to my block ’cause they know me and cousie gon’ let off some shots
we getting money and ya’ll n-ggas broke
f-ck rah, he died on the phone
keep a knock while i’m on my way home
if you run up on me, take a shot to the dome
sippin’ on wock’, pour the tris
late night, wit’ yo’ b-tch
i’m off a perc’, and i’m lit
if you say the wrong thing i’ma flock at yo’ wig
5th to the sev, lil’ n-gga i made that
r.i.p. jb, n-gga that’s the maybach
stop rappin’, ’cause it’s straight cap
if it’s up, n-gga say that
we been flocking at n-ggas since way back
so if you owe us money, better pay that
blue flags, money green
married to money i’m really a fiend
i’m wit’ dougie, can’t forget the b
n-gga what, who bigger than we?
f-ck all the opps, n-ggas know where we be
if ya’ll think about spinnin’ then n-gga let me see
wait, i just got a glock wit’ a beam
f-ck passin’ my sh-t, i’ma flock out the v
f-ck talkin’, we jus gon’ hop out the v
ayo dougie, ain’t no one bigger than we
[chorus: dougie b]
i’m just playing, ain’t get in my bag yet
married to money, no cuffin’, i’m past that
on the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
flock off the peddle, i’m catchin’ a flash back
moving devious, feel like i’m mad max
pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30k or better in the backpack
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
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