RHUDE BOY
Doe Boy
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Play the shit you known for, Doe Boy Everybody, everybody, stop it Let's go Yeah Doe Beezy Now tell me who want the smoke with us Body for body, we shoot at faces you can't go toe to toe with us (boom, boom) Opps see that minivan slidin', they know what's up (skrrt) Got them pussy niggas duckin' down 'cause they know it's up (pussy) All my youngins savage, no, we do not give no f*ck Forty hit him, felt like he got hit by a tow truck (boom, boom) Bullets hit his body and he died, ain't had no luck Plug tried to front me, I ran off like, "I owe what?" (oh, really?) Stop it What type of nigga gangbang in the streets? A youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy) If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (skrrt) Only pole I hang with forty, I don't hang with police (oh, really?) Ain't no switchin' sides, pussy, you know what mine is Pussy nigga hide, then we go where his mom live Go against the mob, I'ma show you what slime is (slatt, slatt) Try Future in the club, I'ma go out like Shyne did (oh, really?) Pussy better go and hide when we hop on your ass, boy (on your ass, boy) Hope you don't get rude, boy, I'll show you I'm bad, boy He think I'm a f*ck boy, then go ask the last boy I get too much cash, boy, got bags like the trash, boy No love, f*ck y'all niggas, hope you die a slow death Catch a body with no stress Poked his chest out, so he left here with no chest I'm too fly to box, shootin' guns, don't break no sweat (Think I'm playin'?) You dig? What type of nigga gangbang in the streets? A youngin' taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy) If I catch a opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (skrrt) Only pole I hang with forty, I don't hang with police (oh, really?) It's 'cause he hardcore thuggin', how I came up from nothin' (Knowles Ave) I don't like when niggas muggin', bitch, you know that I'm clutchin' (rrr) Bitch, I came from doin' drills, used to uppin' and bussin' Now I can race foreigns with Diddy kids, Christian and Justin (oh, really?) Niggas talk that bullshit, that money end of discussion (let's go) Big Doe Beezy keep them bands, but I don't play with percussion (Doe Beezy) You cross me, you know it's somethin' bitch, it's big repercussions (let's go) Have you scared to close your eyes, you know the Grim Reaper coming (rrr) Boy, you know you not no gangster, take your bitch ass to church then Wanna be a boss, go take over your turf then Rubber Band Money Gang, don't know no niggas worse than I'm to real, I don't pretend, bitch, I pop Perc' tens (oh, really?) What type of nigga gangbang in the streets? A youngin' taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy) If I catch a opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (skrrt) Only pole I hang with forty, I don't hang with police (oh, really?) Now tell me who want the smoke with us Body for body, we shoot at faces, you can't go toe to toe with us Opps see that minivan slidin', they know what's up Got them pussy niggas duckin' down 'cause they know it's up (oh, really?) Let's go, Beezy Man, hurry up We over here F*ck y'all niggas waitin' on, man? Come on Cash grab Let's go Let's roll, right now Oh, really
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Written by: Brandon Whitfield, Cotrell Denard
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