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doe b - i ain't missin' lyrics

[intro: doe b]
i ain’t missin’ (don’t miss, n-gga)
one shot, one chance
the kid, let’s do it

[hook: doe b]
i f-ck who i wanna f-ck
point her out i’mma 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 n-ggas 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’

[verse 1: doe b]
just copped a six for the summer, you know my pull up game vicious
can hit your b-tch if i wanna, real talk, i ain’t missin’
offset with no ceilings
in a room full of prost-tutes, boy, you still can’t f-ck 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 b-tch on that molly
and got four hoes in the trunk
n-gga, this ain’t no audi
park the foreign in the projects, they holler “whoa, kemosabe”
this a million dollar n-gga, b-tch i’m ted dibiase
wait for a n-gga to trap me, i’m barry bonds with the gun
hit homeruns or better, n-gga this the steroids era

[hook: doe b]
i f-ck who i wanna f-ck
when i’m out i’mma 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 n-ggas 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’

[verse 2: g-eazy]
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 f-ck is this?”
i came with homies but i leave here with b-tches
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 f-cks till i got to zero
now all i care about is p-ssy, deniero
tryna take care of my family, i feel like i’m a young rob de niro
i’m the villian, i am no f-cking hero, it’s all for real though

[verse 3: maino]
now, everything in my vision i plan to hit with precision
n-ggas 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 p-ssies is b-tches, and my n-ggas 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 k!ller, 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 n-ggas listen, bullets close like they kissin’
i’m just battle my dough, i’m down bottom with dough
got them funerals ready, n-ggas die in the road!

- doe b lyrics

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