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doe boy - poor or rich lyrics

[intro]
top shotta, don dada
doe beezy (gang)
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah

[verse]
i don’t talk to opps or no motherf-ckin’ cops
i just f-cked a n-gg- thot then she told me bout his spot
we gon’ run in with the chops
he get wet up with this mop
then we run off with his guap
try to run up he get shot, yuh
racks on me buying out the store b-tch
new designer drip yeah these kicks by dior b-tch
riding with the chopstick
who you gon’ extort b-tch?
i’m still gon be hitting licks rich or poor b-tch (oh really)
all this drip on me d-mn i feel important (ye ye)
used to slide in mini vans now it’s porches
hollows in the glock, hot leave em scorchin’
kick his door got them babies we abort sh-t
don’t come walking through my trying to tour b-tch
police asking questions got ignored b-tch
keep that 40 on me poor or rich
so long in this clip [?] b-tch
dirty in my double cup
you funny you can’t f-ck with us
lil boy gon’ toughin’ up
p-ssy need to muscle up
draco make him double dutch
this goofy fronted us
now he p-ssy can’t get in touch with us
pull up he get out of line
i never had no 9 to five i run with my nines
all my n-gg-s shoot and rob
pull he get out of line
he not taylor gang but he get tied for the dollar signs
middle finger to my enemies, they not sh-t to me
b-tch i hang with hundred millionaires, you not rich to me
this ar sing a melody, hit a symphony
corny n-gg- with designer on thats not drip to me
b-tch im doe beezy im 100 you not half to me
i’m too lit can’t see when they taggin’ me
i can’t let em kick it dont know if he gon blast for me
f-ck n-gg- actually
pull up to the club 30 shooters 30 baddies
i pray he don’t go against the gang its a tragedy
told my youngin’ i got a murder for him he get happy
ak dance like diddy but this fn sing like c-ssie
young n-gg- geeked off xannies and addies
if that p-ssy n-gg- want smoke add em
she mad she can’t have me
you treat her like your wife but i’m her daddy

[verse]
i don’t talk to opps or no motherf-ckin’ cops
i just f-cked a n-gg- thot then she told me bout his spot
we gon run in with the chops
he get wet up with this mop
then we run off with his guap
try to run up he get shot, yuh
racks on me buying out the store b-tch
new designer drip these kicks by dior b-tch
riding with the chopsticks
who you gon’ extort b-tch?
i’m still gon be hitting licks rich or poor b-tch

- doe boy lyrics

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