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doe boy - solid lyrics

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[verse 1]
n-ggas switching but that’s fine with me
but i’d rather n-ggas switch, than fake ride with me
hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me
n-gga prolly would’ve k!lled me, would he died for me?
i just want a million dollars that my mom can see
i’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why n-ggas tryin’ me
certified g, i’m who these n-ggas tryin’a be
i went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately
is she lying to my face when she on top of me
sh-t, honestly, yeah probably
try to play me like a lame as far as i can see
and all that sauce, she saw that drippin’, she got for me
[?] with all the gangstas holdin’ on your own at the gym
ask about me they gon’ say you better not start sh-t with him
that boy gon’ get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real
i was stopin’ n-ggas out and had blood on my timbs
i was thuggin’ for real, but these n-ggas playin’
all this fakin’, they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration
n-ggas pray i never make it, n-ggas speakin’ bad on me guaranteed hatin’

[chorus]
‘cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
walk on n-gga come and try these straps around me
there’s 20 in my pocket, i keep cash around me
if you cross me n-gga ain’t no coming back around me
i’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
i’ve got gucci, i’ve got fendi, all this money on me
all these b-tches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no f-ck sh-t on me

[verse 2]
all these dreads make your b-tch look
your favorite shooter down the road, gettin’ his sh-t took
i ain’t fakin’, ask my partner that
thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough sh-t out of him
thought that was my [?], but them n-ggas weren’t lookin’ out
they be lookin’ up to me and i’m smiling while lookin’ down
when i was fresh out, yeah, i said i ain’t working out
f-ck doing them pull ups, if he play then i’m pulling out
my own n-ggas went against me
that’s why i’m flexin’, i’ll make it so that they miss me
all this power come with shooters n-gga
i’m freeband gang you know what i can do to n-gga

[chorus]
‘cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
walk on n-gga come and try these straps around me
there’s 20 in my pocket, i keep cash around me
if you cross me n-gga ain’t no coming back around me
i’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
i’ve got gucci, i’ve got fendi, all this money on me
all these b-tches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no f-ck sh-t on me



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