
doe boy - front door كلمات أغنية
[intro]
the biggest opp, n_gga
i’m my opps’ richest opp (what juicy say? he be like, “shut the f_ck up”)
i’m the only rich opp they got
shut the f_ck up, n_gga (oh, really?)
big doe beezy speakin’, n_gga (them n_ggas poor as f_ck)
stop talkin’ (b_tch_ass boy, stop playin’)
[verse 1]
go ask wafi, b_tch, my neck full of princess cuts, ho (wafi)
mixed with eliantte, d_mn, my necklace f_ck ’round, cut my throat (eliantte, uh)
kick her to the curb if she weak, i might just stomp a ho (bye)
pistol like a school shirt, f_ck you think i tuck it for? (brrr, blah)
i’ma up it, blow it, see an opp, get to workin’ him (bah_bah_bah, bah_bah_bah, bah)
f_ck a 9_to_5, my shooter job wake up, lurkin’ on him (uh_huh, uh_huh)
he is not no demon, think we need to find a church for him (p_ssy)
all my opps some b_tches, think i need to buy some purses for ’em (hahaha, no, really)
i should buy your p_ssy ass chanel like my hoes (hah)
b_tch, my namе cotrell, don’t get me confusеd with your lil’ bro (fool)
please get your lil’ bro ‘fore his lil’ p_ssy ass get smoked, uh (uh_huh)
i ain’t even sayin’ no word, n_gga, my wrist say it, come on, f_ck? (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
[pre_chorus]
come here, baby
perc’ 30 to the facey, i’m feelin’ lazy (big doe beezy, n_gga)
rock his ass sleep like jay_z, lil’ baby (rock him, aw)
wanna stop me, but they can’t make me, i know they hate me (hah, hah)
i ain’t boxin’ sh_t, i’ll shoot your face, you can’t fade me (bah_bah_bah_bah)
scope on top of that bl!ck, i saw that p_ssy face in hd (grrah)
saw the ice and then she let me f_ck, but can you blame me? (uh_uh)
twin glizzy, feel like ashley and mary_kate be (oh, really? uh)
[chorus]
they done f_cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (let’s go)
spotted me a rapper, yeah, that p_ssy n_gga done for (bah_bah_bah, bah_bah_bah, bah)
f_ck the back, n_gga, beezy comin’ through the front door
heard he said it’s smoke, but he don’t want none, though (oh, really? think i’m playin’?)
rubber band boy, b_tch, i pull up, let the drum roll (bah_bah_bah, bah_bah_bah, bah)
b_tch, i’m rich as f_ck, f_ck i look like stuntin’ a ho? (fool, fool, fool)
you think she your wifey, but she really just a sl_t, though (come here, baby)
all these princess diamonds on my neck, b_tch, i’m cutthroat (oh, really? let’s go)
[verse 2]
shooter clean a full house up like how the maids be (uh_huh)
better tell me yes, i wanna f_ck, i don’t like maybes (come here, baby)
ridin’ ’round with your baby, picked her up in a mercedes (yoom)
pulled my diamonds out, that ho thought i turned on the ac (oh, really? uh)
better not try the gang, we is not no hoes, cuz (no)
n_gga asked him what he bang, they said they don’t know lil’ blood (gang, gang, gang, gang)
n_gga said he gettin’ money, his ho said it slowed up (fool, fool)
yeah, this beat by juicy j, but this gun sing like bone thugs, uh (bah_bah_bah, bah_bah_bah, bah)
[pre_chorus]
come here, baby
perc’ 30 to the facey, i’m feelin’ lazy
rock his ass sleep like jay_z, lil’ baby (rock him, aw)
wanna stop me, but they can’t make me, i know they hate me (hah, huh?)
[chorus]
they done f_cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (with my snubnose)
spotted me a rapper, yeah, that p_ssy n_gga done for (yeah, he done)
f_ck the back, n_gga, beezy comin’ through the front door (big doe beezy, n_gga)
heard he said it’s smoke, but he don’t want none, though (fool, think i’m playin’?)
rubber band boy, b_tch, i pull up, let the drum roll
b_tch, i’m rich as f_ck, f_ck i look like stuntin’ a ho? (stupid_ass lil’ boy)
you think she your wifey, but she really just a sl_t, though (come here, baby)
all these princess diamonds on my neck, b_tch, i’m cutthroat
[outro]
i ain’t boxin’ sh_t, i’ll shoot your face, you can’t fade me (big doe beezy)
scope on top of that bl!ck, i saw that p_ssy face in hd (brrah)
saw the ice and then she let me f_ck, but can you blame me? (d_mn, huh?)
twin glizzy, feel like ashley and mary_kate be (oh, really? huh?)
n_gga, f_ck? n_gga
big doe beezy, n_gga
huh? n_gga, n_gga (huh?)
look, n_gga, juicy j on some bullsh_t, man (oh, really?)
look, you got me feelin’ like an opp in this motherf_cker (n_gga)
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