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doughboyz cashout - im dat nigga lyrics

[verse 1: hbk]
i hit the airport with a lot of louis luggage
hit somerset drop stacks like f-ck it
hoes on my d-ck, but that really ain’t nothing
told that b-tch somethin that the doughboyz coming
young n-ggas fooling round this b-tch like its on
your b-tch gave me dome cause she saying she was on
7-deuce was the streets i was raised on
7-deuce was the streets i got paid on
b-tch–ss n-ggas why these b-tch n-ggas hurting?
makin’ diss songs but n0body even heard it
diamonds so wet, looking like them b-tches surfin
givenchy and cavalli, god d-mn i’m looking perfect
i’m still that n-gga, hoes choosin’ when i pull up
b-tch, i’m the sh-t, i’m the sh-t like pull-ups
i’m that n-gga that your little brother looks up to
free my n-gga rocky in the block doing push-ups
a n-gga got a problem then we’ll k!ll him like, “what up?”
real n-ggas get love and fake n-ggas get f-cked up
but n-gga miss you with the chopper bullets, you done lucked up
you ain’t got no money, go home and shut the f-ck up

[hook: big quis]
i hit the mall and (cash)
anything i want i (grab)
a1 dope got the hood on (smash)
b-tch, cause i’m that n-gga
i’m still that n-gga
i hit the mall and (cash)
anything i want i (grab)
a1 dope got the hood on (smash)
b-tch, cause i’m that n-gga
i’m still that n-gga

[verse 2: big quis]
i’m a stunner, i’ll admit
known to keep some loud lit
presidential rollies on every dude i’m down with
turned the b-tch around, stuck it in and she can take the d-ck
yeah we both f-ck, but have to put your face in it
it be the brokest motherf-ckers that be on some hating sh-t
but they need to go to jail for streaking with their naked wrists
all these hoes takin’ pics, the dbc the dream team
this medaillon 20 thousand, b-tch bling bling
i don’t drink lean, i sip dom p that glow up
hottest n-ggas in the city but we all froze up
[?] and carry stacks that can’t fold up
people say that we be showin’ out but i just show up
fed’s tell us that we ’bout to blow up, c4
neighbourhood hero, 5 karats in my earlobe
[?] in my pocket, you can’t knock it i done came up
bylug b-tch, [?] hold your chain up

[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
flashy but i’m humble, you don’t like me then it’s f-ck you

i started with a ounce

bring your b-tch ’round me

marble floors

big dogs

they talk like b-tch so i tell they b-tches to come through

[hook]

[verse 4: dre armany]

[hook]

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