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fre$h (short dawg) - doin me lyrics

[verse 1: short dawg]
yeah
look, i pop tags (i pop em)
push a drop jag
trunk banging like a crip, bet it makes the cops mad (sorry)
keep a c-cked mag
so the jeans i rock sag
diamonds in my chain clearer than a sock bag (d-mn!)
my wrist watch plastic
slidin’ through the club
high fivin’, getting mugged by the chicks im smashin'(hahaha)
lookin at a n-gga like “this fly b-st-rd”
cause i ain’t even speak, nah i just byp-ss em (excuse me)
now im getting text, inbox full
guaranteed to s-x any chick i pull (i swear)
so dog, i wouldn’t advise you to bring your ho out (you better not!)
cause she peeping even though im leaning like an old couch (hahaha)
tell the dj, break the microphone out
if i get up on the stage, bet yo wifey gon’ shout (it’s short dawg!)
brushin’ off my shirt though im kinda clean
but these hoes pulling on me like a slot machine

[hook] x2
stuntin on hoes
brushin off my shirt, br-br-brushin off my shirt, st-st-stuntin on hoes

[verse 2: short dawg]
pourin out rosé (tipsy)
arm all froze (shinnin’)
short conversation now she on all fo’s (whoa)
do it like the second half of my name (-bark-)
make her feel it in her gut (hahaha) like an abdomen strain (mayne)
crib on the coupe, spent the slab on the chain (stuntin)
what you know about takin baths on the plane? (nothin)
told lil mama i’mma p-ss on the brain (maybe next time)
drank got me movin slower than a man on a cane (got d-mn!)
and i might nod while she on the kn-b (uh-oh!)
but i was told never fall asleep on the job (never)
my peeps wanna lob (alley)
so i p-ss it like a quiz (take her)
let a another n-gga take her (switch!)
back to handling my biz
they know im down to share (yup)
callin me the man (that’s me)
im fly with some green on me, n-gga call me peter pan (hahaha)
hotter than the sun, holla if you need a tan (i’m blazin’)
autograph ya chicks t-ts if she tell me she a fan

[hook] x2
stuntin on hoes
brushin off my shirt, br-br-brushin off my shirt, st-st-stuntin on hoes

[verse 3: short dawg & blu mega]
a 100k in the garage (slab!)
pull that thing thing out (uh)
now im sw-nging up the vard (watch out!)
banging of the boards (chico)
n-ggas hate because im hard (hahaha)
and i cut them chicks outta magazines like i’m making a collage (models)
my brother mega with me, so me making a minaj (what up blu?)
young hue heff, chicks naked in my yard (oh!)

[blu mega]
young q self and i shake em, get em hard
neighbors out watchin while she making it applaud
just gettin cookin
the way these chicks lookin
they gon’ prolly sign pet-tions
im gonna take into yours

[short dawg]
hold up!
these snitch n-ggas giving statements to the sarge
cause im ballin and its hard for them to take it like a charge (suckas!)
my cake is rather large
so i can have em murk ya
i can put my hands on em like ya taking a m-ssage (ya feel me?)
now watch the mike break as i record (hahaha)
cause im running down in dollars while you chasing after broads

[hook] x2
stuntin on hoes
brushin off my shirt, br-br-brushin off my shirt, st-st-stuntin on hoes

- freh short dawg lyrics

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