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Jaylah Ji’miya Hickmon
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Damn, son, where'd you find this? Santiago Purp I'ma spit it to you bitches straight like this In a world full of Nikes, I'm a fresh K-Swiss (damn, son, where'd you find this?) I be smoking hieroglyphs, y'all be smoking on them Swishers I'ma keep it pushing, they gon' flip out when this switch up They don't wanna live right (uh, ay) They don't wanna listen when I shed light (uh, ay) Why they wanna find me? I don't know why (uh, ay) Don't you wanna elevate your whole life? (Uh, ay) I can see the fake, no I-spy Slap a nigga up, no high five Posted on the 'net, no Wi-Fi They don't wanna live right (uh, ay) They don't wanna listen when I shed light (uh, ay) Doechii got woes, Doechii got bros Doechii got friends (friends), Doechii got foes (foes) Suit a nigga up, Doechii got clothes Put a nigga on, Doechii got shows (shows) Doechii got deals, fuck how you feel Nigga, this the price, take it how it is Doechii need a break, Doechii need a sirloin steak (uh, ay) Doechii need a key to your Wraith (uh, ay) Doechii need a goddamn tape and a goddamn date and her ass ate up like cake (cake) Doechii save lives, Doechii need a goddamn cape Doechii need her goddamn thanks, bitch
Writer(s): Jaylah Hickmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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