Lyrics

Beezy, baby (oh yeah) Sosa, baby (bang, bang) Doe, Doe, Doe, Doe (RBMGBE, baby) Doe, Doe, Doe, Doe (gang, Doe Beezy) Let's go Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked (Doe, bang) I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up (nah, for real) Hatin' in the club, mad they bitches chose us (gang, gang) That's your main ho, but that ain't what she told us (nah, for real) Said you gon' blow who? You gon' blow what? (Oh, really?) Thought I was a ho and then you woke up (then you woke up, pussy) I'm just like my money, I can't fold up (no, no, let's go) Fuck shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer (let's go) My ice shinin' you better not take a step closer (no, no, no) Treat that lil' bitch like my main but I won't post her (no, no) I'm on Nose Avenue, that's where I post up (yeah, yeah, Nose Ave) Big birds, bitch, I'm a vulture (gang, gang, let's go) "I think Doe Beezy a ho", you must be coked up (Doe Beezy, boom) Get you whacked with my feet kicked up, bitch, I'm Sosa (Doe Beezy) Youngin' got the block hot, he popped out with that toaster (brr, brr) On your block in all black but he ain't throwin' folks up Run the game, see 'em (see 'em) Wouldn't wanna be him (no, no) All these famous bitches, groupies, it go down in my DM All that talkin' on the 'gram, got laid down 'cause a DM (brrt, yeah) Spin from AM to the PM, prolly kill a nigga BM (goddamn) Anybody get it, don't care who was there (don't care who was) Computer thuggin' 'til we spin him like computer chairs (skrrt, boom) I can't trust a soul, I don't know who'll tell (who'll tell, yeah) My niggas demons, give no fuck, they gon' be cool in hell (oh, really? Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked (pole tucked) I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up (brr, no, no) Hatin' in the club, mad they bitches chose us (ha, gang, gang) That's your main ho but that ain't what she told us (fool, gang, gang) Said you gon' blow who? You gon' blow what? (You gon' blow what?) Thought I was a ho and then you woke up (Doe Beezy) I'm just like my money, I can't fold up (Freebandz) Fuck shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer (boom, boom, Sosa baby) I don't love bitches (ayy) I love poles (ayy) Gon' try to fan (fan) Get your ass blowed (bop) Clean ass nigga (nigga) Dirty ass hoes (ayy) A dirty ass stick, that's a dirt ass pole Gang mop a nigga on a dirty ass floor (bang) Crackhead steady knockin' (ayy), on a dirty ass door (ayy) She talkin' down on me with some dirty ass toes (bitch) Nigga pay up 'fore your mouth be foreclosed (grrah, bang) Woke up, marble floors (doo-doo-doo) Eight double doors (doo-doo-doo) Pay a booster nigga up like some stolen clothes (skrrt) Double-barrel shotty, that's a double dose (ayy) Big ass strap in my pants like Girbauds (bang, bang) Fly black crows, sellin' white dope (huh?) Sellin' ten crack (huh?), everything must go (huh?) Neck, north pole (ayy) But I ain't never froze (bling, bling) Lava in the gun, that's a volcano (bang, bang, bang) Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked (yeah, yeah brrt, brrt) I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up (yeah, yeah, brrt, brrt) Hatin' in the club, mad they bitches chose us (gang, gang) That's your main ho but that ain't what she told us (fool, yeah, yeah) Said you gon' blow who? You gon' blow what? (You gon' blow what?) Thought I was a ho and then you woke up (bang, fool) I'm just like my money, I can't fold up (bang, let's go, no, no, no) Fuck shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer (bang, let's go, boom) Bang, bang Bang, bang, bang
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Cotrell Dennard, Keith Farrelle Cozart, Lesidney Ragland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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