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letra de psa - dougie b

[intro: dougie b]
(glo made that beat?)
gang, gang, gang
everything dead, p-ssy
dummy
n-ggas linking up (everything k)
get hit with them, k!lled ’em (big ebk, everything f-ckin’ k)
f-ck who i see
everything dead
look

[chorus: dougie b]
now it’s deeper than rap
talk disrespect, so it’s time to get back
stay with a trend and the makks in the back
dumpin’ the deal and i’m takin’ a pack (grrt, baow)
now it’s deeper than rap
talk disrespect, so it’s time to get back
stay with a trend and the makks in the back
dumpin’ the deal and i’m takin’ a pack (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrt-baow)

[verse 1: dougie b]
batter up, i ain’t talkin’ no nelly
kay-kay spot ’em, he pluck ’em like skelly (grrt, grrt)
opps in the spot, then we brushin the telly (baow, baow, baow)
u.e., thirty and better, no chevy
.30 and better, we leavin’ ’em deady
leave ’em bl–dy, he gushin’, no jelly (jelly)
get you a gang and a gun, sh-t is heavy (heavy)
ebk b-tch, i’m feelin’ like melly (melly)
look, catch good day, b-tch that’s doomsday
i shoot old heads too, get boomed (like grrah-grrah-grrah-boom)
and tell nay-nay come shake up the room
lil gotti call thotty, that b-tch is a smooch (that b-tch is a smoochie)
i’m so high, i think i’m with woo
lay down on that ‘tussin, i think i’ma snooze (like, like what?)
we keep knockers like this sh-t essential
.22 long rifles, these bullets like pencils
homicide, bodies drop when we bend through
jackin’ sk, bullets rippin’ his dental
paramedics, they droppin’ it silly
beam on his back, ain’t no runnin’ like ricky (ricky)
talkin’ on bro, you gon’ go out like blizzy (blizzy)
scream doa, and she poppin’ her titty (titty), poppin’ her titty
then back on that chain sn-tchin’ (like what?)
and still ain’t a thing happen (grrt-boom)
they keep speakin’ on sh-t these n-ggas ain’t do
geek off the xan’, i go dumb with it too
he a fool with the deuce, he don’t know what to do
swear to god when i boom, better duck, better move (grrah)
wait, i catch a o, yeah (grrah-grrah, boom)
.40 gon’ knock off his whole head (grrah-grrah, boom)
but the other side, they never outside
so we said f-ck it, we boom at the old heads
when i scream doa it’s a code red
and i put that on bro, we want all red
if they linkin’ up, we smokin’ all dead
i’ma say it again, we want all red (we want it all)
[verse 2: kay flock]
that’s on bro, when i up, better move (better move)
with the deuce, i’ma fool, i go coo’ (coo’)
.22 long rifle, sh-t long like a broom (broom)
ebk b-tch, we don’t pick and choose
if i slide and he run wit ’em, he gettin’ boomed (grrah, grrah)
i told ac, “bro, watch what i do” (like what?)
spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (they flew)
’cause they know what i usually do, like (p-ssy)
.30’s or better when we spinnin’ through (go through)
if he up, ain’t no tellin’ me coo’ (no coo’)
and the way i went out for y’all, they wouldn’t do (they didn’t)
that’s on bro, i went dumb wit’ a deuce
so, don’t question my loyalty, n-gga, you fu’ (you fake)
i ain’t dissin’, but this sh-t is true (like facts)
ain’t gon’ speak on how many i threw (like grrah)
they gon’ act but they know what i do like (grrah-grrah, baow)
they say, “kay you be buggin’, just pass on” (pass on)
first one i see, he get packed off (packed off)
dougie b catchin’ alley’s off backboards
i threw ten, dougie let off the last four (grrah-grrah, boom)
like, better run, ’cause i shoot with no sympathy (sympathy)
doa b-tch, i’m dumpin’ on anything (p-ssy)

[verse 3: dougie b & kay flock]
legs on my body, i feel like a centipede
we get muddy, i tell her, “don’t henny me”
wastin’ my time on a b-tch, are you kiddin’ me? (like what?)
i ain’t cuffin’ her, like she’ll milli’ me
n-ggas chattin’, they diss on the internet
no, we not into that, not with the chitter chat
sixty-two shots, i’ma knock off his fitted cap (grrah-grrah, boom)
be with them, show no remorse, b-tch i’m flockin’ that
self-made, just tryna get paid (like what?)
i’ma get it, it ain’t no debate
forever ten toes, i’ma always be great
i go broke, that’s on god, i’ma take (on bro)
baby, f-ck wit a flocka, bend over
show no remorse, bullets shakin’ her shoulders
break her phone if that b-tch try to post us (what?)
dtb telly, for sessions we poled up like (grrah-grrah, boom)
and forever jb, we gon’ go dumb
me and dougz rappin’, i hope that we blow up
[outro: dougie b]
everything dead, grrt, baow

- dougie b

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