
dougie b - forever on that(corrected lyrics
[verse 1]
they be like, “dougie keep rappin’, you done all the clappin’
get money, you gotta be patient”
i be like, “f_ck all the chattin’, you know we not actin’
give a f_ck ’bout a deal, i’m on gang sh_t”
the way shawty, she shake it, she quick and off henny and drinkin’ no time to be wasted
pretty boy swagger, ya ooter could never be basic
money my time, yeah, i chase it
(and if i don’t got it i need it, i get it, i take it
a.k.a. sleezy, i’m sanctioned)
and if i don’t got it i need it, i get it, i take it
a.k.a. sleezy, i’m sanctioned
ain’t no f_ckin’ wit’ me wit’ the tweak, nah
f_ckin’ wit’ me you can’t tweak at the geek (never)
i spent this sh_t it’s like water to me
so i’m upside the beat like a quarter wit’ me
and i stay wit’ nina she ready to_
look move, all you gon’ hear is the “shh”
[chorus]
geek on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it—
tweak on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f_ckin’ wit’ us (you bum)
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, you get jumped (on you)
hands an’ feet, we leavin’ him slump
geek on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it_
tweak on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f_ckin’ wit’ us
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, he get jumped (on you)
hands an’ feet, we leavin’ him slump
(y’all n_ggas not f_ckin’ wit’ the kid
oh, this another thing, y’all b_tches be losin’ me)
[verse 2]
oh, she jackin’ the opps?
so, i see her, i beat her like pops
’cause y’all b_tches losin’ the kid
big cup, sip water like triss
big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like crip
and these n_ggas be comedy
catch ’em, we lay ’em, bangin’ (blood)
stomp a n_gga dazin’, anxious
brodie, he got it, i pay him
dougie and dougz, that’s two different faces
still show the love when i see the fake sh_t
once i retaliate b_tch, i’ma face it
ten toes, ebk like melly
doa, 300, b_tch, ain’t no changin’
[chorus]
geek on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it—
tweak on the beat, i’m f_ckin’ it up (enough)
doa, ain’t no f_ckin’ wit’ us
you dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (it’s up)
we don’t got the gun, he get jumped (on you)
hands an’ feet, we leavin’ him slump
free kay flock, you heard
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