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irv salvage - doughboi lyrics

[chorus]
doughboy, you just don’t understand boy
triple-beam currency, dimes into bankrolls
ooh boy, don’t think we don’t know boy
block is hot, so why your gun cold?
an eight of a kilo, lay you flat like you steamrolled
when we air it out, rip tatted on your people
catching homis, this sh-t 3 stacks deep
try to f-ck with me, i put your body 6 feet

[first verse]
graveyard shift, body bag till its sun up
got your momma crying, trying to wake her son up
looking like you need advice, take these hollow tips
make you touch the ground, reynolds on a triple set
stick up kids working corners like shane battier
no pencil pushers, they just fill you with lead, then its
cl!ck clack, burner to your dome, now you crème brulee
i said burner to your dome, now you crème brulee
i keep a white b-tch and her name ebony
new york in the summer, turned her p-ssy to seattle
f-ck a peashooter, tell my boys bring the chopper out
laying down patterns on the ground like a cali drought
we make them things go bang bang, you know
artillery the size of bam bam bigelow
we stay posted with the crop just like a scarecrow
get tired from counting money, you can call that comatose

doughboy, you just don’t understand boy
triple-beam currency, dimes into bankrolls
ooh boy, don’t think we don’t know boy
block is hot, so why your gun cold?
an eight of a kilo, lay you flat like you steamrolled
when we air it out, rip tatted on your people
catching homis, this sh-t 3 stacks deep
try to f-ck with me, i put your body 6 feet

[second verse]
my belt saint laurent just so it could hold the nine
pigs rolling with the heat like its christmas time
we out here packing just like an eviction notice
watch us light your block and leave your vision blurry
been at it since pitbull was singing d-mn it man
my bank account switzerland
lames finna get clapped like dj mustard snare
treat my gun like a pole hoe, i’m stripping sh-lls
it’s why i drop ones on them, sh-t on them
suckers ducking me, now i toss bread on them
got you tucking chains when you walking down my alleyway
catch you making bird calls, ima let the eagle bang
keep my circle close something like a venn diagram
have them losing weight but i ain’t talking about no diet plan
cut the shotty under 18, i call it jailbait
watch me turn your california king into a casket

- irv salvage lyrics

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