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doughboyz cashout - da mob lyrics

[quis]
crispy!

cruising down the mile, blowin loud with my rich b-tch
steering with my left hand showin how my wrist gliss
knew that i would come up,
but i didn’t think it’d be this quick
shoutout to them n-gg-s that i used to hit licks with
7 mile better pile, been a man since a child
used to be in school with my hand up a girl blouse
when my daddy when to jail, ain’t none of his boys come around
or help me when i was down, so its f-ck them n-gg-s now
lames tryin to steal our styles, imitators everywhere
but they rockin ice that kid wouldn’t let amari wear
no matter where the f-ck i’m at, i hold my chain in the air
they don’t like 7 mile n-gg-s, but i don’t care
b-tches stare when we in attendance, pockets filled up with spinach
i love my life and all the people thats in it (doughboyz)
hold up wait for a minute, i got some sh-t to explain,
we didn’t respond to diss songs cause them n-gg-s was lame

[josh]
ain’t none of my n-gg-s stravin,
from crispy quis to lil marvin
if you still broke n-gg-, you must be r-t-rded
bronx syle rolex, quick like boflex
a weak n-gg- grindin, he gets no s-x
old b-tch mad at me, she gets no text
she strippin now so tell me whats next
off to fedex, 200 to catch
i’m a boss lil dog, go and fetch

[payroll]
awwww sh-t fenkell in this b-tch (4-1)
keep the iron so i’m never wrinkled in this b-tch
white diamonds looking like a kilo on my wrist
ice cubes in my chain so i can debo me a b-tch
they say we lyin’ in our raps n-gg- tell that to the feds
haters say a n-gg- broke b-tch tell that to my bread (f-ck on)
ain’t nothing change but the quality of ice
and i wear louie every day like n-gg-s wear knives
i’mma cashout rich n-gg- (b-tch)
if i tell my plug send them, them b-tches getting sent
it could be just ten or a hundred of them sh-ts
them b-tches getting flipped vac-me seals getting ripped

[delon hbk]
yae yae
all these n-gg-s hatin’ tell me one thing what yo pockets bout
thats why yo main b-tch can’t wait till my n-gg- roc get out
my braclet for your life
my n-gg- i wouldn’t even swap it out
everywhere i go i put the ave on and shouted out
made a promise to myself i’m never going broke again
ride past the club two times and make you choke again
red bottles snake skin gucci n-gg- cobra skin
if i don’t know nothing b-tch best believe i know to win.

[doughboy clay]
in a clique full hustlers so getting money ain’t an option
stay going hard even though the feds watching
you say you getting money little boy you need to stop it
took a trip with don michaels came back with our apartment
how your -ss getting money when ain’t no gr-ss in your yard
and you really walking light and you really bringing hard
im a misbelieveing god n-gg- dope, gangs and drugs
n-gg-s f-ck with dbc, because they know that we the plug.

[doughboy maine]
brightmo maine
14 carrots not 2 that’s just one chain
bossed down bands two wrist’s that just one hand
2 bad b-tches 1 me, hotel suite
the night you wish for that’s every other week for me
d-mn my b-tch such a freak well lets do it
it’s a bounty on my chains somebody blew it
let a real n-gg- do it if u just gon’ stand there
these b-tches want money and i’m bout to make it rain here

[doughboy chaz]
phone slappin’
turning down mills from major deals
iced my rolie out cause i hate seeing stainless steel
living mob life for real
f-ck models from brazil
my n-gg- jordan trigga happy, shoot yo -ss quick as h-ll
my daughter stay gucci down, own every pair
n-gg- making diss songs don’t n-body f-cking care
when you own top n-gg- everybody stare
dbc run the city n-gg- f-ck anybody else
stack for a feature n-gg- this ain’t no joke
pull up for a show impossible to go broke
all this ice on me make a bad b-tch choke
every b-tch that suck me up gon’ choke

[doughboy dre]
i got pounds of the reggies balling like a pacer
henny xo straight shot no chaser
so f-ck a hater and f-ck a broke -ss b-tch
doughboyz cashout we already rich
f-cking with tip in the a drinking aviaon
so stop playing like you know us you don’t know delon
and you don’t know me i get it by the whole p
bad pretty b-tch long hair, she wanna blow me
i blow up by the oz then call a couple thousand
the n-gg-s keep hatin but my money keep piling
and my n-gg-s be walling
my goons be trippin
40 on my hip nah b-tch i’m never slippin’ (never)

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