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doe boy - set it off كلمات الأغنية

[intro: doe boy]
(what’s happening chi chi?)
(foreverolling)
rubberband money gang, n_gga
we don’t got no limit
we gon’ take that sh_t n_gga, f_ck you talking ’bout n_gga
f_ck, it’s up
and n_ggas hoes

[verse 1: g herbo]
beezy told me set it off, you already know
got my glock in, i’ll let it off, you already know
ain’t gon’ let n0body play with me, y’all n_ggas hoes
if you talking street sh_t on the net, y’all n_ggas told
pop up in your city, hit the club rocking all rolls
i like putting a lot of ice on ’cause my heart cold
and g herbo keep that heat on, but my heart cold
stomach full but i’ll eat y’all, ’cause my heart cold
[verse 2: doe boy]
tried to keep it a secret, why you tell the world we beefing?
told ’em everything but forget to tell ’em the real rеason
what’s_his_name k!lled your man, yeah, you know hе a real demon
stood over, i’m still squeezing, demon, glizzy still preaching though
that’s just how we talk to n_ggas, we don’t give no speeches
is you really gon’ shoot it, i don’t give a f_ck if you keep it, ho
bl!cky got a beam and scope, up on the opps, but who keeping score?
bullets hit his body, his insides look like pizza rolls

[verse 3: g herbo]
no bap, we gon’ get him gone, we just need his lo’
hit my og on the phone, tell him bring my pole
did a hit, i ain’t talking song, they don’t even know
lil’ bro act like [?] say he want his soul
i was trapping, both my parents home, i just wanted clothes
burner tried to pay me for a verse but i just wanted bows
if a n_gga living what he rapping ’bout, i’m one of those
pull a trigger, hit his face, his family want his coffin closed

[verse 4: doe boy]
his family want his coffin closed
old n_gga sneak dissing, how the f_ck you dissing and wearing my clothes
mwah, come here baby, share my hoes but i won’t share my pole
ricky owens on, you better not step on my toes
said he outside, but he ain’t been seen lately
she said she for me, nah, you for the team, baby
feel like i’m getting washed up, ain’t made a n_gga bleed lately
his lil’ brother wanna play hardball, get dead like g, baby (oh really)
i’m with the sh_ts, play, you gon’ learn
me and herb arguing who gon’ k!ll ’em, hold on swerve, wait your turn
[interlude: doe boy & g herbo]
d_mn, drunk_ass b_tch, let me shoot the n_gga in his face, f_ck him
you a ho, huh

[verse 5: g herbo]
f_ck it then, let’s over_do ’em, we could both do ’em
it don’t count unless you run up on ’em, get up close to ’em
i’m that n_gga, i’m a boss now, got too much influence
i could easily have my cousins do ’em, have my brother do ’em
when i was in traffic, it was cracking then, it was a bunch of shooters
you ain’t gang gang, you couldn’t hang with us, we was like f_ck recruiting
when that rain came, here to maintain, and i changed lanes, let my chains hang
went through real pain, you a p_ssy boy, we ain’t the same thing

[outro: g herbo & doe boy]
on foe’nem, uh, we ain’t like y’all, we don’t like y’all
yeah, on foe’nem, keep playing, p_ssy
swerve, big swerve
oh really, big oh really

- doe boy

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