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lil doxx – on me lyrics

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[intro]
young crab god

[hook]
tell ‘yo b-tch to get up off me (get up off…)
all my homies dripping saucy (dripping sauce…)
ice wrist and diamonds glossy (diamonds gloss)
tell me why these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, ohh

[verse 1]
you’re hoe needs to get off me, because i am too bossy
your b-tch been begging to give me brain but i ain’t a zombie
i’m k!lling this beat so i’m finna catch the d-mn autopsy
i think that these n-ggas mad cause i’m icey just like a frosty
my $5 footlong the only thing only thing you n-ggas wrapping
said i am broke but i am flashy, call me barry allen
yo, why’d it have to happen, so sorry for every p-ssing
i hope that n-gga somewhere out there as a spirit laughing
sup with these n-ggas nowadays blooded up like carrie
b-tch p-ssy h-lla dry it dusty but not like the fairy
i got money i only need my bills blue like perry
yes i am bragging about my cheese but it ain’t no dairy

[bridge]
made my own money off of soundcloud and youtube
i think you bout to fall apart, you got a screw loose
call fat people trains cause all they do is choo choo
i’m bout to evolve into something great like mewtwo, ay

[hook]
tell ‘yo b-tch to get up off me (get up off…)
all my homies dripping saucy (dripping sauce…)
icey diamonds glossy (diamonds gloss)
tell me why these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, ohh

[verse 2]
b-tch pushing my b-ttons, do i look like a d-mn controller
i’m getting yo girl so wet i think that i need a coaster
success ain’t gonna be under your seat this isn’t opera
call your mom a piece of paper cause you know i’m a folder
like summer weather you know i’m just keeping it one hunnid
i get big -ss looks but i ain’t ever been huntin
boy you would think i was because i got you n-ggas duckin
girl you better keep our little secret don’t spill nothin

if they push me down then i’m gonna get right back up
if i’m angry don’t test me or you better back up
i ain’t stopping this grind till i make bigger bucks
im going somewhere f-ck all the n-ggas that switched up

your girl still on me i’m telling you that there something wrong
n-ggas i’m dangerous ill smoke you just like a bong
im so good at rapping that i put the king on kong
crab lord the homie so he did the hook for the song

[lil doxx: ay ay]

[hook]
tell ‘yo b-tch to get up off me (get up off…)
all my homies dripping saucy (dripping sauce…)
icey diamonds glossy (diamonds gloss)
tell me why these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, on me
i got these b-tches on me
on me, ohh



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