| This nigga got a fuckin' Glock-30 and an FN
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| He know with this hustle in this motherfucker man
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| 'Cause you know we don’t even trust nobody
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| Not even the engineer you know
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| Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
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| Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
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| And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now
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| Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
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| We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit
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| We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah
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| If Durk don’t like you I don’t like you, heads off to my opps
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| Me and Johnny twin shooters, his Glock’s my Glock
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| Niggas makin' diss songs 'til they body get dropped
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| Slide on 'em, it’s gon' look like it went through a chop shop
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| Gettin' money, I want more, even more money than before
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| If I don’t get these millions nigga I’ma rock the whole floor
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| I don’t do the arguing 'cause I don’t got no patience
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| The opps dropping statements, we dropping locations
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| Niggas wanna diss me now 'cause I made it
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| But I ain’t hear a diss song 'fore I was famous
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| They must think I’m pussy now 'cause I made it
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| Only difference now, I’m not the shooter that’s aiming
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| All these niggas with me, they gon' kill for me
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| And I been beefin' with some niggas up the hill from me
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| Yeah yeah, fuck rappin', bitch it’s still on me
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| He gon' keep sneak dissing 'til we kill homie
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| Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
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| Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
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| And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now
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| Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
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| We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit
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| We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah
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| And if we catch you out in traffic, my nigga that’s where we leave 'em
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| Talkin' all that G shit, nigga I don’t believe 'em
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas, I promise you I don’t need 'em
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| You better watch your shooters, they shoot you when you don’t feed 'em
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| I’ma tell it how it is, my nigga I ain’t gon' flex to you
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| That nigga next to you will leave your brains next to you
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| I got niggas down for life and shit for taking lives and shit
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| Fuck the opps who got dropped and fuck who else don’t like the shit
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| A hundred bands, a hundred guns, niggas talking like it’s beef
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| I’ll have 'em throw you in a trunk and tell 'em bring your ass to me
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| You was howlin' on my name, yeah that’s what them goons was lurkin' for
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| I gotta kill you by myself 'cause this shit personal
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| This between me and you when you said you want who
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| The difference is you down when I say I want you
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| You ain’t got enough clout nigga, what you gon' do?
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| The goofy got shot 'cause he thought I wouldn’t shoot, yeah yeah
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| Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
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| Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
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| And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now
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| Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
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| We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit
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| We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it
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| Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah
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| No worries |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Counterfeit , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album No Worries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп