DUB-O - Doubt It (Prod. By Prod. By BandPlaySarah J) | Текст песни

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• DUB-O
• Doubt It (Prod. By Prod. By BandPlaySarah J)

[Verse 1]
They ain't fuckin witcha boy
I got that fire by the flame
I get that paper then I'm burnin
Cause that money ain't a thang
Put in work in the world
Swervin in n outta lanes
You on't see it how I see it
Nigga we on't see the same
Chop trees all day
That mean I'm high right now
Game time court side
Or in the sky box loud
Blow smoke in yo face
Get murked one shot
It could be over any minute
Better get it while you hot
Woo Woo
What the fuck a nigga mean
Can't deny my style
New swag for the world
Eat it up and shit it out
Call me young Peter Pan
I'm on the fly
Make a reservation
I own the sky
My milage up and I'm certified tell em EST
Ya niggas heard it right

Yeah

[Hook]
Dub-O
They not fuckin wit me I doubt it
Say they fuckin wit me I doubt it
No No
They not fuckin wit me I doubt it

Look
Look

[Verse 2]
I got G's on my waist
I got G's in the bank
What's a man's best friend?
OG Ben Frank
Man I tell em I get it. got it, been about it
Along way comin I'm from the bottom
So for the sake celebrate
Bring on the bottles
Young Midwest nigga, wit a East coast bitch
Everyday a different state when I wake, can't wait till the day get rich
I told my bitch don't leave, but she left anyways
Her regrets, her loss cause now she be beggin me to stay
Is it cause I'm on the rise and I caught em by surprise?
Say I blew up over night god damn it that's a lie
Nigga I was on my grind
Is it cause I'm on the rise and I caught em by surprise?
Say I blew up over night god damn it that's a lie
Nigga I was on my grind