Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doozy, artist - Token.
Date of issue: 13.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doozy |
Ahem, yeah |
Ha ha ha, this shit is… it’s just stupid |
Look |
When it comes to the way I act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though |
Fans know with the rap flows, got a crap-load |
Ammo like I’m Castro when he had foes |
That go like a gat go—(Buh-dih-dat, bo!) |
Ha ha ha (I don’t know what you’re saying!) |
This shit is so stupid |
When it comes to the way I act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though |
Fans know, with the rap flows, got a crap-load |
Ammo like I’m Castro when he had foes |
That go like a gat go—(Buh-dih-dat, bo!) |
Yeah, so, at my last show, in the back row; |
Bad hoes, tried to grab those like a lasso |
That goal never has sold, 'cause I’m bashful |
That’s no fucking fact though; |
I’m an asshole |
Ha, see, lil' weirdo? |
I don’t get what you’re trying to be, lil' weirdo (Ha ha!) |
Everything you send me I don’t read, lil' weirdo |
With the way I’m living I don’t need lil' weirdos (No!) |
Oh, and you trying to be calling me lil' weirdo? |
Oh! |
You a mean lil' weirdo |
Need therapy, lil' weirdo |
I don’t really give a little mini shit about any of these lil' weirdos (Ow!) |
Rappers always walk up to me in the show venue (Yeah!) |
Ask me for a feature, I tell them, «Sir, no thank you» (No!) |
I should just be honest, I don’t mean to offend you |
But you should probably get better 'fore I molest you |
I got the flows and the patterns to make a rapper lose control of his bladder |
A soaking wet mattress with piss on the sheet, do this religiously, |
tell the pope and the pastor |
And most of these rappers are jokes and I have to just hold in the laughter |
like, «What?» |
Yeah, «What?» |
How the fuck you suck that much? |
Oh, I got a pretty fan waiting in the minivan, dumber than a brick and, man, |
I don’t really give a damn |
She want me to give a damn follow on the Instagram, baby, that’s a big demand |
for a little, little tramp |
«Woah!» |
Now she calling me a prick again? |
Really, man? |
Tell her, «Suck a dick,» like it wasn’t already in her plans in advance |
All the Jewish, eighty-year-old women that my grandma be— |
(Grandma?) |
—Showin' all my music to is gon' hear that profanity (Uh oh) |
And think that I did it just to embarrass my family |
Ugh, I’m sorry, yo, I’m awful, I know, shabbat shalom |
You can tell I got the Jewish awkward nose, what the fuck is up with that |
obnoxious bone? |
Just look at the amount that my nostrils hold, none of you motherfuckers are |
strong as those (None!) |
Ha, I got a bodybuilder on my face! |
(I am a bodybuilder!) |
Ha, step to me, I’ll smell you from miles away |
Eureka! |
You reek of: |
Weak talent that needs practice and cheap fabric that needs fashion (Yup) |
Extreme yappin' that needs action and mean braggin' that needs absence |
You reek of sadness, I reek of savage, you reek of has-been, I wreak havoc |
(Wooh!) |
Look, performing when the moon’s out, meetings during the daytime (Daytime) |
I sat down with Genius, they sat down with one at the same time (Same time) |
I broke down my lyrics, I’m the only one that can break mine (Break mine) |
I broke down the barriers for a kid living a man’s life |
Damn right (Damn motherfuckin' right), give me a couple of years and standby |
I’ll transcribe every single one of my thoughts into a franchise |
At seventeen I told the label that I grew up listening to that I can’t sign |
They don’t want me to sound underground, well, they don’t know I’m a landmine |
(Boom!) |
Blow up in they face, woah, hold up a minute (Hold up) |
You said I said that I’m a fan, no the fuck I didn’t, no the fuck I didn’t |
You got shit to work on, before I can say it |
You’re putting words in my mouth, just 'cause nobody will ever put your words |
in their playlist |
I spit a flow and everyone gets quiet out of amazement (Amazement!) |
You spit a flow they get quiet 'cause everyone hates it (Fuckin' hate it) |
You will never work in the booth with me, don’t get frustrated |
I barely do features 'cause I can only record butt naked |
Facts, so next time you ask for a feature |
I’ll assume that you’re asking to see my ass, I’ll pass (Gay!) |
That is my best feature, by the way |
I just taught the teacher how to learn and preacher how to pray, |
there’s levels to this shit |
I jumped to get mine, I’m the ultimate, newer entrepreneur |
You’re looking old and done with your life (Huh?!) |
You could fit a bucket of fries, a couple of knives |
And oven supplies in the bags under your eyes |
To be honest, I only really be going fast for everybody that be telling me that |
it’s stupid (Go) |
Because I don’t really want to do it, but I kind of want to do it only because |
they really don’t want me to do it (True!) |
So I’ma do it, they tryna be biting me, but I don’t even think that they can |
chew it, if you can do it, then motherfucker, prove it |
I want to see it, I want to see it, I want to believe it, but you’re deceivin', |
I see it, I see your secret, I see it (Yeah!) |
I don’t really want to be the one to leak it, fuck it, man, I kind of want to |
be the one to leak it |
Every time that you’re copying someone or recycling yourself, I can tell you |
got no confidence that is needed (Wooh-uh!) |
I’ll never say I’m fearin' ya when I put a divine fear in ya |
You’ll always be my inferior, you fit the criteria, bitch |
Calm down, God damn it |
I tend to lose my cool when they call me hotheaded |
Oh, did I break your equipment? |
Aw, I’m sorry! |
Next time you threaten to sue me, just do it |
I want someone to diss, I want someone to quit |
Just because what I spit made them cry like a bitch (Bitch!) |
Tell the captains recruit me, I’ll take a passionate dookie on every rapper |
that knew me |
Then I’m back to the studi' like «That was a doozy» |
Goodbye! |