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shuuds (uptop) - doughboy lyrics

[intro]
hargo productions

[verse 1]
he walked up to the car thinking that it was an uber
till’ he saw the window wind down with the hoover
ferocious with the soakings, hold him, or we let the stick talk like future
corn come corrosive, no emotions, hoping they more their turns more smoother
anything g.i.d up that, then squeeze, no trace then you’re gonna need luther
fresh home a setback, i was in prison (locked up)
u.t stepping on free flow, tucked in my sock was a 4 inch shivers (yingers)
we was ganged off on soc’ fully involved with my vest and slippers
i was in the trap with sabrina, then i got caught with the broom like witches
b+tch wanna flex with the don, cah’ she done clocked that a n+gga move boasy
and she let it shake like protein, 44 ball don’t kick like ponies
used to link bro 24’s, then i had my gr on the m like posty
opps carry nuff’ l’s on their chin, nothin’ but dargies round here like kofi
opps wanna talk ’bout packs, but if i do that, that’s the whole of my verse
soon be rich, on gang, but for now mans on these curbs
he got 4 when this machine echoes, call it a meadow tryna buck these nerds
i was there frying noodles on a kettle, now i’m in a rooftop bar with a bird (shouty)
[bridge]
he got yinged in the driver seat, and the other got chinged cah’ he thought he was calm
++++ got chinged cah he was tryna move brave
dont get dead we’re tryna [?] our part
opps wanna talk ’bout bodies, bro already got that zoobie sparked
and neeks wanna pull up on fisting, but little did they know i had my bl!cky on park

[chorus]
she likes the sound of my voice, oi+oi, rings in the front, lidge ting in the back
successful gliding, we convoy, he talks wicked on tracks
but got opened up like mccoys
we really them boys in the hood, i ain’t never met tre or doughboy
she likes the sound of my voice, oi+oi, rings in the front, lidge ting in the back
successful gliding, we convoy, he talks wicked on tracks
but got opened up like mccoys
we really them boys in the hood, i ain’t never met tre or doughboy

[verse 2]
shmurda hot boy, got beef with b+tches, tom boys
they say that we don’t ride, but we them guys they avoid
i’ve done so much in this tech, bang get bread, man mek noise
hilly, born out and bread, south west lambeth, illinois
bro’s got a regular shot, that he ain’t ever bucked
tell she put that mouth on me, golden one with the throaty tongue
it was us that was billing it on them mans block, doing that sh+t for fun
dot+dot under and up, rusty nose, don’t get bopped
intent got dropped, i was haps, if not i would still be on the wing like plumage
in the trap with a pack, where it’s solid, judge for the book up bro it weren’t published
pounce out whips let’s see who sprints, he got caught, reaction was sluggish
l!ck shots with pot and a rock, chop or get chopped, you lot mean mugging
[chorus]
she likes the sound of my voice, oi+oi, rings in the front, lidge ting in the back
successful gliding, we convoy, he talks wicked on tracks
but got opened up like mccoys
we really them boys in the hood, i ain’t never met tre or doughboy
she likes the sound of my voice, oi+oi, rings in the front, lidge ting in the back
successful gliding, we convoy, he talks wicked on tracks
but got opened up like mccoys
we really them boys in the hood, i ain’t never met tre or doughboy

- shuuds uptop lyrics

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