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daboii - what's what lyrics

[intro: daboii]
(shout_out my n_gga synco)
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
it ain’t no love
i’m in love with the

[verse 1: daboii]
i’m in love with the streets but it ain’t no love
bouncing out the whip with baby a, n_gga, don’t run
b_tch, yo brother died, what you gon’ do? go and post sum?
i’ll pull up to the opps hood, go and post up
doing what you can’t and i’m doing what i’m ‘posed to
high off the drank, me and bro pouring fours up
and i heard you had that b_tch on you when you froze up
she like, “d boii, you don’t really love me”, i’m like no duh
yeah, i would’ve hit yo lil’ blunt but i seen no bud
told baby if she down to ride, i’m the chauffer
n_gga said that he was up a mill’, none to show for it
b_tch keep calling back to back, baby, hold up
b_tch, grab that pursе and them heels, go and ho up
[?] i give no f_cks
yeah, anothеr opp on the news, n_gga, toast up
[verse 2: babytron]
touch in the bay, you know i gotta link with d boii
buffs on my face, they knew i flew in from detroit
shooter shot green, got a ninety_nine from three point
i’m in the deep, you ain’t even got yo feet moist
i can peep boy hating
i can tell dawg lying ’cause his voice changing
fake id in wally’s world, b_tch, i’m roy jenkins
ain’t a water gun but we’ll pull up, let the toy spray ’em
i don’t know why boy playing, we gon’ make that boy famous
sh_t, i came a long way
crowd yelling mvp and i don’t even ball play
tee with an x but, h_ll nah, it ain’t an off day
all that swag biting? boy, i bet yo jaw break
modern warfare, brodie hopping out the hummer
popping out with mpx, give the chopper to my gunner
unky cooking, had to top it with some b_tter
how the f_ck you real? out here plotting on yo brother

[verse 3: daboii]
yeah, b_tch thought i was hard b_tch i had glock under the cover
let a n_gga diss my brother, i put shots up in yo brother
same birds flock together, b_tch, you flocking with the others
told this bad b_tch, “when you suck it, make it sloppy, then i love ya”
yeah, i don’t f_ck with too many circles, smaller than a funion
big bro got the p’s and my unc’ got the onions
got a b_tch from the hood, other b_tch, she from london
b_tch, cover up them toes, you got nerve, that’s a bunion
yeah, and i’ll air the whole chop, n_gga, f_ck it
[verse 4: babytron]
ha_ha, yeah
riding ’round feeling good, lil’ b_tch, i’m untouched
i was down bad, now i’m one up
check the kit, b_tch, i’m hutch’d up
you don’t really know sh_t, can you shut the f_ck up?
shoot it last second, bet i clutch up
so many plays, can’t remember like, what’s what?

- daboii lyrics

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