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Intro (Doubt It)
RJmrLA & Royce The Choice
1,277Hip-Hop/Rap2020
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Intro (Doubt It) was released on April 17, 2020 by OMMIO LLC / EMPIRE as a part of the album Rich Off Mackin 2
AlbumRich Off Mackin 2
April 17, 2020
LabelOMMIO LLC / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
BPM96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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Lyrics

You want to separate yourself from the suckas
And it ain't about what you say
Because 9 out of 10 times whoever you talking to
They done heard it from a sucka
Cause suckas all they do is go around
Hot nosing, you know, feenin' on what me and you talking about
And they steal our lines
So you know they go use our lines and fuck it up
Hey Choice
What up bro?
Bro where the fuck you been?
In the wind turning 5 into 10
Took the L out of black
Turned they back on a pimp
Fuck that though
Tell me have you ever felt your stomach touch your backbone? (I have)
On God I was lowkey down bad with it (yeah)
It was harder than reading a text on a crack phone (tell me more)
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick and turned out he was a motherfucking fan
I get to patting a **** pockets
He want a picture for the gram
Damn, I could understand what you saying
From the north I was in the trap like a neck vein
Rule number one is to never be number two (uh huh)
Second rule shit on em without stepping in number two (on God)
Rule three, if you do get that shit off your shoe (I feel that)
Always got it out the mud but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wipe out the smokers with the V12 (the fuck?)
Came in with a blower, we sold em the real (what else?)
Came back for more, we sold them the fake (oh he was on one)
Do some more jail on it, he needed a taste
Hey, Rich Off Mackin, we done gave them **** blueprints
They ain't worth a penny tryna add they two cents
You know we bout a dollar
Kept it hundreds since some new cents
Back to the story **** tell em where the juice is
You back independent?
Yeah been that for a minute
From Seattle to the Millers?
In they feelings like a dentist
Rap caviar they done listed two of the realest
Now they all poppin this pimpin so we had to reinvent it
Quarterbackin in the backfield
Introducing my host to Zoe up in Maxfield
This pimpin in me get so cold get you back chills
Count a hundred a night it feel like an X pill
Onto the next thrill it might be your
Year but it's not your day (say less)
Like she might say she care but that's not your bae (on God)
They gon hate you when you on (yeah)
Love you when you gone (facts)
It's Rich Off Mackin **** play the next song
Zoo deep
Whoever been out to the show me state
Quiet down if you don't relate
Let me be great
Hold it down no need to hate
Did you doubt us?
The weakest man is the loudest
I really do like when you doubt us
I put up on that getting powers
Pull up on me baby don't hesitate
Keep the party going don't make me wait
Know it been a while ****
You know my vibe
You know my body, know my style ****
Hard to trust, crooked like my dick and my smile ****
Put you in these size 9s you couldn't walk a mile in em
Ain't nobody real me, I'm the only real me
You still got a hundred dollar bill me when you feel me
Lost everything but my trust so I'm still me
Pillow talking to these bitches boy you **** kill me
Sit in shit too long you get immune to the scent
Served pills hot weed transition to legit
Shot 3-5-7 45 long clip
Told a lie to detectives when they got up in my shit
Right hand to the Bible if I sin then I repent
For the gangstas I just put the G inside a gentleman
Fucking treat her like she treat herself that's proper etiquette
Got a strong black bitch, still gotta call her bitch
All fails I bet on myself
You can't tell I'm feeling myself
Detail drip down in Chanel
You haven't got it up the ground yourself
Oh well I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it
I doubt it
Aye, I'll slap a wig on a peg
Aye, put a little drip up on fig
Aye, can't fix it it ain't broke it don't bend
We give em hope when we win
I thumb and stroke through these bands
She openminded in that Maybach when I close up the tint
These **** pop it get that smoke they tryna open the vent
We throw the dopest events
My wrist a solar eclipse
Without a problem pull up on em like I'm towing the whip
Bitch my voice is a gift, put a bow on that bitch
I got all my **** running through that ho like a blitz
I put diamonds on her toes and put some blow in her fist
Get to lining **** up with the pole like a fish
Yeah you know what it is give me a moment to live
I put the dope in the fridge I'm tryna grow with my kids
I told that bitch the studio she wanna know where I live
Don't need no handouts it is what it is
All fails I bet on myself
You can't tell I'm feeling myself
Detail drip down in Chanel
You haven't got it up the ground yourself
Oh well I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it
I doubt it
Written by: Larry Jayy, RJmrLA, Royce The Choice

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