Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doe Boy Home, artist - Doe Boy. Date of issue: 15.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doe Boy Home |
| First day out of jail bitch, I came home and counted mad guap |
| You not with my team my nigga, you is just my mascot |
| Shooters on the rooftop, boy don’t get your ass shot |
| Bando just like Kimbo shawty, Caucasians out the trap spot |
| If I was a pussy, I would always tuck my chain in |
| But since I’m not, I bet this .40 cave your face in |
| Talking 'bout your bright lights, but you never ball right |
| Hollering 'bout your bands, go ahead then hit my line and talk some |
| Started off my day, I pour me up a couple dirties |
| Disrespect the boss, the young’ns rush you with a hurry |
| Always got it on me, why the fuck should I be worried? |
| Like a half an hour bitch, bitch you know I sold that 30 |
| Made myself a boss, the fuck I look like taking orders |
| Gave my niggas guns and dope and put 'em on that corner |
| Used to be my fuck boy, now you talking gangsta |
| I don’t exercise my lips, I only work my fingers |
| Notes in my pocket of that rocket, that’s that .9 hoe |
| Never leave my heat behind, do I look like LeBron? |
| No |
| Pull up in that 'rari, sorry, bet you never saw it coming |
| Homie talk that shooter shit, but he never shot at nothing |
| Big guy what you doing? |
| Cool it, loading guns, counting 100s |
| I be with your hoe, we fucking or I might be robbing something |
| Never had a job, never step and get that lazy cash |
| Old flow like the 80s back, that ain’t yours, who’s chain is that? |
| Henplays, get paid, do this shit like every day |
| 50 shots, my magazine play with me, you read everything |
| Fuck boy just stay in your lane, you know I got that strap with me |
| I’m Freebandz and you no bands, that ain’t my fault, don’t be mad with me |
| Knows that niggas ruthless, you niggas know how we do |
| You know I’m with the movement, you moving bitch or you moved |
| I rolling with my shooter, he got the mac with the cooler |
| Versache on my belt, I’m Medusa toting the Rueger |
| Rubber band that money gang, choppers how we came to play |
| We will kick your door, tie up your hoe like Fifty Shades of Grey |
| Don’t care if you pray today, no that won’t get you saved today |
| Disrespect my gang today, nigga you gon' die today |
| First day out of jail bitch, I came home and counted mad guap |
| You not with my team my nigga, you is just my mascot |
| Shooters on the rooftop, boy don’t get your ass shot |
| Bando just like Kimbo shawty, Caucasians out the trap spot |