Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Skies Intro, artist - Doe B. Album song D.O.A.T. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Doe B
Song language: English
Blue Skies Intro |
One shot, one chance |
The kid, let’s do it |
I fuck who I wanna fuck |
Point her out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin' |
And you can duck all you wanna duck |
Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin' |
These niggas tell me they feel me |
I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin' |
You know they can’t do nothing with me |
I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin' |
I ain’t missin' |
Just copped a six for the summer, you know my pull up game vicious |
Can hit your bitch if I wanna, real talk, I ain’t missin' |
Offset with no ceilings |
In a room full of prostitutes, boy, you still can’t fuck with 'em |
Ballin' like I’m Nowitzki |
Better yet, like Mark Cuban |
I ain’t talkin' my necklace when I say my links are Cuban |
Bricks comin' in Tuesday |
Ah, man, they can’t stop me |
Got your bitch on that Molly |
And got four hoes in the trunk |
Nigga, this ain’t no Audi |
Park the foreign in the projects, they holler «Whoa, Kemosabe» |
This a million dollar nigga, bitch I’m Ted DiBiase |
Wait for a nigga to trap me, I’m Barry Bonds with the gun |
Hit homeruns or better, nigga this the steroids era |
I fuck who I wanna fuck |
When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin' |
And you can duck all you wanna duck |
Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin' |
These niggas tell me they feel me |
I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin' |
You know they can’t do nothing with me |
I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin' |
I ain’t missin' |
Now pay attention, don’t wanna miss this |
I came up with the quickness |
Haters hate that I made it, they actin' sour as citrus |
Walk in rooms and cause reactions |
They’re like, «Who the fuck is this?» |
I came with homies but I leave here with bitches |
Listen, now if I set my eyes on her |
And then decide that I want her |
Then I ain’t missin', believe me |
When I make moves she’s a gonner |
Whether Rihanna, Madonna, Lana Del Ray, or your momma |
She’s old as nada, I close my eyes then hit a pinata |
I’m as crazy as Patrick, a young American psycho |
If I said it, I meant it, now listen there is no typo |
Haters keep tryna tell me to shut my arrogant pie hole |
But I’m a bull in the booth, who wanna pair against Michael |
I kept giving less and less fucks till I got to zero |
Now all I care about is pussy, deniero |
Tryna take care of my family, I feel like I’m a young Rob De Niro |
I’m the villian, I am no fucking hero, it’s all for real though |
I fuck who I wanna fuck |
When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin' |
And you can duck all you wanna duck |
Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin' |
These niggas tell me they feel me |
I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin' |
You know they can’t do nothing with me |
I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin' |
I ain’t missin' |
Now, everything in my vision I plan to hit with precision |
Niggas food on my dishes, I’m 'bout to handle my business |
Lil' homies is trippin', you pray to God that we missin' |
I swear to God we ain’t missin' |
Now up the guard we gonna lift him |
Man these pussies is bitches, and my niggas is itching |
I just lost my religion so help me Lord, I’m a villain |
Got the soul of a soldier, got the vibe of a rider |
Got the eyes of a killer, I don’t miss when I fire |
If that was still in my spirit, I don’t talk man I live it |
When I speak niggas listen, bullets close like they kissin' |
I’m just battle my dough, I’m down bottom with dough |
Got them funerals ready, niggas die in the road! |
I fuck who I wanna fuck |
When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin' |
And you can duck all you wanna duck |
Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin' |
These niggas tell me they feel me |
I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin' |
You know they can’t do nothing with me |
I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin' |
I ain’t missin' |