| Top shotta, don dada
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| Man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man
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| Sledgren
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah (Doe Beezy)
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| I don’t talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
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| I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
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| We gon' run in with the chops
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| Play, get wet up with this mop
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| Then we run off with his guap
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| Try to run up, he get shot, yeah
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| Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch
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| New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch
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| Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?
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| I’ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Oh, really?)
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| All this drip on me, damn, I feel important (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Used to slide in minivans, now it’s Porsches (Zoom)
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| Hollows in the Glock hot, left 'em scorchin'
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| Kick his door, he got them babies, we abort shit (Oh, really?)
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| Don’t come walking through my hood tryna tour, bitch
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| Police came in asking questions, got ignored, bitch
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| Keep that 40 on me if I’m poor or rich
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| Took so long to shoot this clip, I got bored, bitch (Oh, really?)
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| It’s dirty in my double cup
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| You funny, you can’t fuck with us
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| Lil' boy, go toughen up
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| Pussy need to muscle up
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| I pull up, get to cuttin' up
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| This Draco make him double dutch
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| This goofy fronted us
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| Now he pissed he can’t get in touch with us
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| Pull up, he get out of line
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| You ain’t gang, you not with mine
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| Glad I never had no nine to five, I work with my nines
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| All my niggas shoot and rob, bitch, that’s on my mom
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| He not Taylor Gang but he get tied for them dollar signs (Oh, really?)
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| Middle finger to my enemies, they not shit to me
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| Bitch, I hang 'round hundred millionaires, you not rich to me
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| This AR sing a fuckin' melody, hit a symphony
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| Just a corny nigga with designer on, that’s not drip to me (Pussy)
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| Bitch, I’m big Doe Beezy, I’m one hundred, you not half of me
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| I be talkin' shit but I’m too lit, can’t see when they taggin' me
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| I can’t let 'em kick it, I don’t know if he gon' blast for me (Pussy)
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| Really you a rat to me, fuck nigga actually
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| Pull up to the club, thirty shooters, thirty baddies
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| I pray he don’t go against the gang, it’s a tragedy
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| Told my youngin I got a murder for him, he get happy
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| AK dance like Diddy but this FN sing like Cassie (Oh, really?)
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| Young nigga geeked off Xannys and Addys
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| If that pussy nigga want smoke, drop an addy (Doe Beezy)
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| She wish she could trap me, she mad she can’t have me
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| You treat her like your wife, but I’m her daughter, I’m her zaddy
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| Mwah, mwah
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| I don’t talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
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| I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
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| We gon' run in with the chops
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| Play, get wet up with this mop
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| Then we run off with his guap
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| Try to run up, he get shot, yeah
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| Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch
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| New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch
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| Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?
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| I’ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Doe Beezy) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poor or Rich , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album 4 Piece, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп