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doe boy - first 48 gang lyrics

[intro]
make sure that sh+t turnt all the way up so they can hear every f+ckin’ thing i’m sayin’
loud and clear
you dig?
big doe beezy, n+gga, the biggest
rubber band money gang, n+gga, rubber band murder gang, n+gga
you dig?
dum+dum+dum+dum, you hear that sound? that mean that’s us comin’, n+gga
steppin’ on everything, everybody move
let’s go (oh, really?)

[verse]
my shooter fresh off first 48, thought i should let you know
his name baby shaq, you play, he make another episode
oh, you ain’t know we step on hoes? b+tch, i’m in prada head to toe
was hollerin’ on the net, we face to face, say what you said before
b+tch, i wake up poppin’ perkies, i can’t fake, my head gone
if i said it then i meant it, that’s what i’m gon’ stand on
let ’em kick it, know we spinnin’, i can’t lie, you dead wrong
f+ck all that distance, get up close and score like we in the red zone
touchdown, b+tch
my wrist a bust down, b+tch
he was takin’ sh+t then got swept, you dust now, b+tch
hush with that loud sh+t, i’m busy tryna count, b+tch
i’m rich as sh+t, you might just pass out, see my account, b+tch
b+tch, look at this, this a brick on my wrist
og dame cookin’ fish, guard his kitchen with my stick
oh, you thought you had a l!ck? bl!ck+bl!ck, that ain’t this
they talkin’ ’bout work out some pressure but when i pull up, n+ggas dip
had me locked down, i did my pullups, pushups, and dips
had a mitt, so i was starvin’ to come home and up this mitt
uh, hundred racks inside this mitt, broke b+tch can’t up sh+t
i ain’t gon’ lie, if i ain’t feelin’ you, you ain’t eatin’, can’t munch sh+t (oh, really?)
where is you gon’ hang? b+tch, we relocate sh+t (fool)
treat you like my hoes, b+tch, i give out facelifts (mwah, come here, baby)
made her look like kylie, but she was so basic
ain’t make the xxl list, but made the police gang list (gang, gang, gang)
gang sh+t, n+ggas know how we drummin’
my steppers leave footprints. they know how we comin’
we get bl++dy, n+gga, know how we bomin’
f+ck the opps, they ain’t on nothin’, switch the subject (oh, really?)
switch the subject, b+tch, let’s talk about this money (b+tch, let’s talk)
always talk ’bout opps, these n+ggas never talk ’bout hundreds (fools)
they say they switches bustin’, but never b+tches bustin (mwah, come here, baby)
had to switch the subject, they already know how i’m drummin’ (oh, really?)
[outro]
big oh really, n+gga
n+ggas already know what the f+ck goin’ on with me, man
they know that
yeah, been there, done that, man, come on, dog
play with this sh+t, you gon’ lay with this sh+t, we been through all that

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