Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Really Doe, artist - Danny Brown. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
Really Doe |
| You niggas don’t even know |
| All that talk then no show |
| Cannot tell me nothin' |
| Show me somethin' I ain’t seen before |
| That hoe want my piccolo |
| Smoking on that mistletoe |
| Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's |
| She look like a centerfold |
| Mouth all on my genitals |
| Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals |
| I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles |
| Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule |
| Rolling up them vegetables |
| Rapping with that special flow |
| Only way you’re next to blow if you be strapped with C4 |
| I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show |
| Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe |
| Now I sell out all my shows |
| Used to sell out all my blow |
| That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a 4 |
| Now a nigga livin' good |
| I done made it out the hood |
| Think I’m goin' back? |
| I wish a motherfucker would |
| Yeah, they say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| They say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well |
| For heaven’s sake, I’m the GOAT, you haters can go to hell |
| When you’re getting money, nigga, every day is sunny |
| I’ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail |
| Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch |
| To show-and-tell, now I’m married to the game to no avail |
| Grounded me for like a month, now I’m gettin' high as fuck |
| Employer tryna write me up, but now I’m a writer |
| With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don’t even want, |
| the Fanta’s for us, the Henny’s for the sluts (chyeah) |
| Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips |
| Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick |
| Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips |
| Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition |
| Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good |
| But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would |
| Yeah, they say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| They say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya |
| Life can end in vain before the end is near |
| See I can hear you crying |
| Silence sittin' in the dark |
| Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart |
| Sin is such a work of art |
| Watch out for the love lost |
| Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand |
| Things a nigga do for thousands |
| Made a million counting sheep |
| Gave it all to public housin' |
| Taking off to Abu Dhabi |
| Beamin' up the motor, Scotty |
| Talking to promoters, Scotty |
| Everybody know it’s Gotti |
| Murder one, you’ve heard of them |
| The Revenant, the all day madness |
| Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress |
| Big power, big stages |
| My zoo cannot fit the cages |
| This booth is not used to fakin' |
| My crew just love confrontation |
| I chewed the face off the laces |
| I moved the weight from the waitress |
| I chef the pot that made poison |
| I cooked then tipped all the patients |
| My bitch is way beyond basic |
| That’s life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance |
| Aye, look what I ain’t doin' |
| Aye, ridin' in foreigns |
| Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch |
| But it’s the real watch and that bitch fire |
| Speed Racer waitin' outside |
| The roof on it like a tank top |
| Countin' money, watchin' paint dry |
| When I’m done is when the rain stops, uh |
| They say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| They say I got the city on fire |
| I ain’t boomin', that’s a goddamn lie, woah |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Really doe, like really doe |
| Good, hood |
| I wish you motherfuckin' would |
| Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown |
| I had to put my foot down |
| So I could pop in the clutch |
| Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust |
| You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up? |
| And I’m the type of nigga it ain’t never been an honor to judge |
| You a mouse that the falcon picked up |
| So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month |
| I was a liar as a kid so now I’m honest as fuck |
| And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight |
| Less than deadweight, never been a problem to dump |
| Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain’t argue enough |
| I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff |
| I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club |
| I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must |
| It’s like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs |
| Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks |
| Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts |
| You’ve been the same motherfucker since 2001 |
| Well it’s the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump |
| I’m at your house like, «why you got your couch on my Chucks» |
| Motherfucker |