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liveraw gbt - dough like homer lyrics

[intro: ishaan]
ya’ll already know who it is
this that raw sh-t
i got my n-gga l-o, and my n-gga easy dae
ya’ll know who im is, if you don’t, f-ck it
ishaan ishaan

[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]

i say, burn kush and lt the tires burn rubber
ihop for breakfast, pf changs for supper
the girl that’s naked in my suit look like paris hilton
she admire the tires because they be ferris wheelin’
the wealthy janitor, i clean up all day
wipe the windows and mop the floor with rose
women proposin’ marraige, but they say i’m playing games
i continue to leave em’ ringless, lebron james
we gettin’ super freaky like rick james
damon wayans, i leave they body in major payne
hand cuffs around the money cuz i cop cash
i’m catchin’ cash like pokemon, i’m not ash
if my team sold dope, we’d make it last
we would make the rock split, jay-z and damon dash
we in the cl-ss, when we make legitimate cash
counting so much cash my thumb got a rash

[hook: detroit l-o]

got my motivator, phones, paper and a pen
just a couple detroit n-ggas that’s just tryna get it in
a weekend in the studio, we d-mn near dropped 10
got yo girl in the back, now we bouta swoop her friend
over here we dont do beers, we ain’t sippin’ on corona
just a couple loud packs, my ciroc and arizona
i don’t never call a hoe for a date, i wanna bone her
me, my n-ggas, fam, we gettin’ dough like homer

[verse 2: detroit l-o]

dough like homer, l-o be the owner
smash he in the telly, after that, i don’t know her
cuz all a hoe want a n-gga for is his stacks
so i don’t need a female, l-o be the loner
detroit l-o, that boy l-o
got me puttin’ letters on my bread, mcgriddles
gettin’ money, if you grind, it shouldn’t be a h-ssle
ya’ll n-ggas making small bread like white castle
real n-ggas, they all gon’ fight
this hoe name should be wendy’s, legs open all night
we gotta mob, b-tch that’s our job
she tryna earn a free way dawg, like the lodge
we just tryna hustle up, stay up on our sh-t bro
we can gas you up with the pump like a citgo
yea i love my city, love my family and i love my bros
but i don’t love these hoes, that’s the #1 rule bro

[hook: detroit l-o]

[verse 3: easy dae]

raise yo hand if you feeling this beat
i’m tryna get my bread up, no time for the beef
no time for defeat
always on the rail, haters grind with they feet
if you showing no love, then get the f-ck from round me
second time in the studio, i guess it’s round 3
k!ll this sh-t again, where the f-ck they find me
it’s a reason why they call me easy, believe me, my life wasn’t
but f-ck it
never had a older brother, mother wasn’t tryna push it
but imma come up, rush up like s-m-n
flow so hot, they thought the n-gga was a demon
and a n-gga never been a hoe, but that’s another story though
uhh, so watch a n-gga get dough

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