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doughboy d – “no mind” lyrics

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“they be like where you at dough? still in the trap bih

i’m just trappin’ till i get this deal

i don’t know when it’s gone come but i know it’s coming”

(hook)
n+gga know that i’m turnt up, i ain’t got no mind lil b+tch my sh+t burnt up

i got lean in the double cup with two glocks on my side on probation don’t give a f+ck

if you mug me know imma bust, i’m in love with this street sh+t this ain’t no f+ckin’ l+st

if you try me you know its up, 50 cal bullets boy don’t get ya (fifty, fitted?) bust

superman no cape sh+t, yeah i ride with them choppas you know i’m gone spray sh+t

broad day (gone, done?) face sh+t, ain’t no cap in my rap cus i ain’t with the fake sh+t

i don’t know why you hate b+tch, i just get to the money trap 24/8 b+tch

and my trap goin ape sh+t, and i’m sellin’ whole bricks sh+t look like some cake mix

(verse)
i was 14 when i copped my first bow n+gga h+ll yeah i was posted inna rey

i was 16 with a baby k, i had hit a kick doe with my fat cousin j (free j!)

s++++ got 15 hate he locked up man i miss my n+gga to this day

i ain’t want wanna play basketball not football n+gga so my cousin taught me how to cook da yay

so i turnt up i’m a trap n+gga, now im up in the booth i’m a rap n+gga, and i don’t like to argue i slap n+ggas

rob you for my money if i hit a cr+p n+gga. and i got that drake in my lap n+gga

f+ck around and you gone make me snap n+gga, and i don’t like to shoot i just stamp n+ggas

and my og’s out the camp n+gga. tryna put the fam on with this rap sh+t

don’t nothing come good with this trap sh+t, but until then i’m hoping these packs hit, and these

x pills i’m buying off blacklist
and i keep my a throw away ratchet, got no heart like i’m 21 savage

and i mix the good dope with the bad sh+t, f+ck your white girl cus mines a bad b+tch, (n+gga)

(hook)
n+gga know that i’m turnt up, i ain’t got no mind lil b+tch my sh+t burnt up
i got lean in the double cup with two glocks on my side on probation don’t give a f+ck

if you mug me know imma bust, i’m in love with this street sh+t this ain’t no f+ckin’ l+st

if you try me you know its up, 50 cal bullets boy dont get ya (fifty, fitted?) bust

superman no cape sh+t, yeah i ride with them choppas you know imma spray sh+t

broad day (gone, done?) face sh+t, ain’t no cap in my rap cus i ain’t with the fake sh+t

i don’t know why you hate b+tch, i just get to the money trap 24/8 b+tch

and my trap goin ape sh+t, and i’m sellin’ whole bricks sh+t look like some cake mix

- doughboy d lyrics

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