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Daboo
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Hip-Hop
Daboo was released on February 5, 2021 by College of Hip Hop knowledge L.L.C as a part of the album Cigarettes
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2021
LabelCollege of Hip Hop knowledge L.L.C
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tall Kyle
Tall Kyle
Performer
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Rap
Joey Molina
Joey Molina
Drum Machine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Songwriter
Joey Molina
Joey Molina
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Por Vida
Por Vida
Producer
Jason “Jsun The Prophesor” Anderson-Ebener
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Riding in this Buick 06 I whip this Lacrosse
Rarely rock Lacoste, unconcerned with what your outfit cost
Daboo trapping carts and cocaine out the back his Grandma house
Jack boys robbing people by the ATMs with cameras out
Combat the darkness with the Ayahuasca, pour it down my throat
Sheep in wolves clothing, but the homies all call me the goat
Sleep in armageddon, where we headed don't nobody know
Texas plates so when I'm out of state I represent the coast
I held it down with the home team in hotels with my homies
On back roads in an old Jeep
I drank half a cup then the whole thing
So bitter but it's so sweet
Memories of when love leaves
Remembering when you loved me
Reminding me why I'm one deep
You can point a gun inside my face I probably won't react
Twist your fingers, still don't match the signs that's on the zodiac
Waiting on this pack, where the fuck my fucking homie at
Pitch it like a gymnast, when I get I'ma flip it fast
Front me half a pound bro, if you down, know I'ma get you back
I ain't trying to trap, I just had bad luck now I'm getting back
Brodie said you owe me, you the homie, here's your fucking bag
I ain't never switch up on the fam, I put that on my Dad
Deities on DMT, the devil dig my frequencies
We frequently drop LSD, the princes with the felonies
What the fuck you telling me
What the fuck they telling y'all
Round tables with the Gods
Psychedelics break the law
Pop a shell out like I'm Yoshi
On your back like Master Roshi
Got the Aya, ditched the codiene
Fuck the opps and fuck the police
Don't fuck with pigs or the bacon
We all grow and go through changes
There's times we feel we can't take it
God will help us through these changes
Thank you for the scribbles, know you died but I can feel you here
Golden needles, golden dust, the golden cloud
The perfect sphere
Pyramids that they can't see protect us when the devil's near
Understand the mind is just the devil's whisper in your hear
The brightest spark, come to the heart
And recognize there's only God
I will not waste no more time just sitting round and smoking pot
Eating sugar, fucking hookers, that's how your pineal will rot
Written by: Joey Molina, Kyle Billeaudeaux
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