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doughboyz cashout – next bitch lyrics

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[bridge: jeezy]
said b-tches ain’t sh-t, hoes ain’t neither
skeeting ain’t f-cking, you know i’mma leave ’em
if ya want the whole thing, n-gga, holla at my people
black boy, white girl, i ain’t talking jungle fever
p-ssy n-gga, what’s up?

[verse 1: yg]
uh, i still love my ex b-tch
but now i’m on to the next b-tch
the only time you gettin’ a text, b-tch
is when a n-gga need some s-x, b-tch
so much paper, hoodie custom alligator
i f-ck, she said she was pregnant two months later
uh, eighteen years with her, i wasn’t with it
like doughboyz, i had to cash out at the clinic, woah

[hook: hbk]
i still love my ex b-tch, but it’s on to the next b-tch
i said i still love my ex b-tch, but it’s on to the next b-tch
i still love my ex b-tch, but it’s on to the next b-tch
i said i still love my ex b-tch, but it’s on to the next b-tch

[verse 2: doughboy dre]
i still love my ex b-tch
even though that b-tch ain’t sh-t
40 cal, got a 30 clip
don’t play boy, i let it rip
doughboyz, yeah we in this b-tch
been getting money since ’06
dolce shoes with the matching shirt
whole city know who got that work
while you b-tch -ss n-ggas hurt
i be ballin’ cause i want to
do it with finesse
all these gold chains just hanging from my neck
quis in a vet, i’m in a range
grab my b-tch a bracelet and chaz grab the chain

[hook]

[verse 3: payroll]
louis jacket with the sweats, b-tch
left wrist vs1 infested
jesus piece on, i’m a blessing
now my ice game sick like my ex b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck about a ho
if i was broke, sh-t, i couldn’t get a buck up out the ho
i need one with good credit, get a truck up out the ho
i don’t catch no feelings, i don’t suffer by the ho
bought a pad in the burbs, but i moved out quick
cause you around n-ggas i done had shootouts with (dirty b-tch)
and you wonder why they call you b-tch
cause the respect i had for you, you done lost the sh-t, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 4: doughboy quis]
20 thousand on my tummy, now she money hungry
see that a n-gga eating, now she swear she love me
and think of me when i ain’t had nowhere to stay
now i’m hanging out with jeezy, riding foreigns in the a
sippin’ perrier jouet with my brand new wifey
and we got matching rollies like my parents in the ’90s
i keep her right beside me, i know i got a bad b-tch
anything she want, i swear to god i’mma cash it
that broke sh-t is past tense, n-gga, i’mma boss
everyday she get a gift like i’m santa claus
i’m lost with you, but i’m winning with her
in the winter, matching furs, with a crib in the burbs

[hook]

[bridge]

[outro: yg & (jeezy)]
(p-ssy n-gga, what’s up?)
the only time you gettin’ a text, b-tch
is when a n-gga need some s-x, b-tch



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