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Dropout Kings
Dropout Kings
Interprète
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Autre instrument
Rob Sebastian
Rob Sebastian
Autre instrument
Staig Flynn
Staig Flynn
Autre instrument
Trevor Norgren
Trevor Norgren
Autre instrument
Chucky Guzman
Chucky Guzman
Autre instrument
Adam Ramey
Adam Ramey
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Paroles/Composition
Rob Sebastian
Rob Sebastian
Paroles/Composition
Staig Flynn
Staig Flynn
Paroles/Composition
Trevor Norgren
Trevor Norgren
Paroles/Composition
Chucky Guzman
Chucky Guzman
Paroles/Composition
William Lauderdale
William Lauderdale
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Production

Paroles

Never mind what I'm doin' Never mind what I'm sayin' Never mind who I'm fuckin' I'm just sayin dawg Yeah, ya real, real cool Yeah, ya real, real smooth You're a real chill dude Why you scared dawg Why you always trippin' Why you always slippin' Why you always snitchin' Why you always bitchin' You should stop that Now you fuckin' with the DOK And the homies don't hesitate Just sayin' Didn't wanna do it Really, didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But you know I gotta do it to 'em Had to put em through it Didnt wanna put em through it Told me that I wouldn't So you know I have to give it em Pull 'em out the car, homies screamin' world star Duckin' from the from the cops 'Cuz you know we on the radar Didn't wanna do it Really, didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But you know I gotta do it to 'em Fuck with me Never die, never not high, never live a lie First degree Too sick and I'm too lit, never gave a shit Unleash the beast Two cups and I'm turnt up, never gave a fuck Hate me Never die, we just multiply, never give it up Sanity is for the weak If we ever have beef, I won't even speak Should I hope I've been forgiven For the way I'm livin' Hardest of the missions If he listens when I'm on my knees Yo, I'm tryna find my balance on this trapeze Met twins from the hood, they were trapese Said they got drink, got drugs, like guns Like fun And they're really into bad things Like, maybe we should rob somebody Or maybe we should steal a 'rari Right of the lot, we could start a party Hit the building lobby, light the blunt And get the chills up off me I look appealing with 'em feelin' on me Got a million on me, and a couple of 1's Two down bitches dressed like a couple of nuns Tryna tally my sum from money races I've won It takes a second 'cuz I've only come in second to none, what Never mind how I'm livin' Never mind where I'm chillin' Never mind who's the villain Why you wanna know Tryna act too calm, tryna act too strong You ain't never been wrong What you hidin', though Tryna get me caught Tryna get me locked Tryna get me knocked Tryna get me dropped You should stop that Now, you fuckin' with the DOK And the homies don't like to wait They just spray it Didn't wanna do it Really didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But you know I gotta do it to 'em Had to put em through it Didnt wanna put em through it Told me that I wouldn't So you know I have to give it em Pull em out the car, homies screaming world star Duckin' from the from the cops Cuz you know we on the radar Didn't wanna do it Really, didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But, you know I gotta do it to 'em Fuck with me Never die, never not high, never live a lie First degree Too sick and I'm too lit, never gave a shit Unleash the beast Two cups and I'm turnt up, never gave a fuck Hate me Never die, we just multiply, never give it up Not even my final form Got a halo on my necklace and a triple horn Never incidental, never sentimental Never know if what I'm into Gonna leave my momma here to mourn Yo, see I'm Slick Rick with script flip Told the twins grab a Benz but no new friends We 'bouta hit a bank for some new ends Get a new tint, chop the top, and get new rims No, no step ladder money I'm talkin' blue-face pattern money Talkin' take your ass fatter money Talkin' space ship trips out to Saturn money Think of shit, you ain't never ever had no money Cut the fuckboys off, and the bitches too If I fuck, Imma make her do the dishes too Sticky-icky in the wrap like gorilla glue We took the loot Now, we got the scenic view (what) Never mind bout our plans Never mind 'bout the bands Never mind who I am, why you ask that Tryna act too nice, tryna act too right We don't act 'round here Where's your pass at Tryna cut a deal, tryna get a meal Tryna get a steal, tryna fake the real, better stop that Now, you fuckin' with DOK And my homies don't play no games They just blaze it Didn't wanna do it Really, didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But you know I gotta do it to 'em Had to put em through it Didnt wanna put em through it Told me that I wouldn't So, you know I have to give it em Pull 'em out the car, homies screamin' world star Duckin' from the from the cops 'Cuz you know we on the radar Didn't wanna do it Really, didn't wanna do it Told the mothafucka But you know I gotta do it to 'em Fuck with me Never die, never not high, never live a lie First degree Too sick and I'm too lit, never gave a shit Unleash the beast Two cups and I'm turnt up, never gave a fuck Hate me Never die, we just multiply, never give it up DOK won't ever die We never lie I'll clarify You horrified We multiply You occupied We amplify You petrified We nullify You know we got an alibi We always high, we super fly Like mothafuckin satellites Music is my main bitch And the language she speak dangerous Blowin' out the bass how we bang shit Break a mothafuckas face if he ain't shit Too cool in that two tone I'm like a toucan, with them loop holes They don't understand me That's Bane, bitch No plain shit
Writer(s): Nick Sampson, Staig Aron Flynn, William Edward Lauderdale Iii, Francisco Guzman, Adam Lee Ramey, Trevor Luke Norgren, Robert Nathaniel Sebastian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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