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dougie b - said what i said* lyrics

[intro]

grra grra
(ayo eli what the f+ck)
grra ,grra grra
grra grra , grra , grra
like, like what
grra, grra , grra , grra

[verse 1 : swervo flocca , dougie b ? ]
like , i’m sick (like what?)
n++++s talk on the net but they still don’t slide up on my strip
keemie and [?] i ain’t talking lilo
if you run up get done up get put in a spliff (like hol’ on)
b+tch you get done up like rick (hol’ on)
b+tch you took off the list
keep me a knock i can’t go out like mitch
got the beam on the knock and i’m aiming like rick (grra grra)
it get litty no matter the weather
it’s aight cus i stack me that cheddar
don’t got my glock but i tote my beretta
if you run up send shots through ya’ sweater

[verse 2 : justo gusto & swervo flocca ?]
how thе f+ck you on court with no basket?
you had the rock , got shot cus you passed it
n++++s chat , link up let’s get active
why they duck when they see us in traffic
got the knockers on me as we speak
like, n++++s talk tough when they don’t even have it
like, swervvo be buggin’ he boomin’ for free
like, if my cuzzy up then i’m uppin’ it faster

feel like tatum can’t f+ck with my team
making movies but don’t make a scene
like, i’m totin’ on billy that sh+t in my jeans
feel like mike jack , starving by any means
red lights , get [?] like it’s green
i’m smoking on you n++++s deads, i steam
feel ah way, take it up with this beam
like two shots go “grrah grrah” make him lean

[verse 3: dougie b]
why the f+ck n++++s speak on my dead
green and red beam make cd on his head
and i feel like a fiend’ i need meds
brodie’ll tweak off a beam yeah he ed’ (gang)
fourty eight , watch i rock em to bed
ebk doa , said what i said (gang)
fourty eight , watch i rock em to bed
ebk doa , said what i said
i sit back and get money and i keep a gun
when these n++++s see me they never on nun’
they see me they run, and i’m going dumb
like, run up on me , then you meetin’ , ya done
withdrawals got me buggin’ and sh+t
so i gotta keep it like i’m hugging the grip
gotta be easy, no love for a b+tch
i got certain reasons i don’t trust me a b+tch

- dougie b lyrics

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