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what's what - daboii lyrics

[intro: daboii]
(shout*out my n*gga synco)
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
i’m in love with the streets but it’s no love
it ain’t no love
i’m in love with the

[verse 1: daboii]
i’m in love with the streets but it ain’t no love
bouncing out the whip with baby a, n*gga, don’t run
b*tch, yo brother died, what you gon’ do? go and post sum?
i’ll pull up to the opps hood, go and post up
doing what you can’t and i’m doing what i’m ‘posed to
high off the drank, me and bro pouring fours up
and i heard you had that b*tch on you when you froze up
she like, “d boii, you don’t really love me”, i’m like no duh
yeah, i would’ve hit yo lil’ blunt but i seen no bud
told baby if she down to ride, i’m the chauffer
n*gga said that he was up a mill’, none to show for it
b*tch keep calling back to back, baby, hold up
b*tch, grab that pursе and them heels, go and ho up
[?] i give no f*cks
yeah, anothеr opp on the news, n*gga, toast up
[verse 2: babytron]
touch in the bay, you know i gotta link with d boii
buffs on my face, they knew i flew in from detroit
shooter shot green, got a ninety*nine from three point
i’m in the deep, you ain’t even got yo feet moist
i can peep boy hating
i can tell dawg lying ’cause his voice changing
fake id in wally’s world, b*tch, i’m roy jenkins
ain’t a water gun but we’ll pull up, let the toy spray ’em
i don’t know why boy playing, we gon’ make that boy famous
sh*t, i came a long way
crowd yelling mvp and i don’t even ball play
tee with an x but, h*ll nah, it ain’t an off day
all that swag biting? boy, i bet yo jaw break
modern warfare, brodie hopping out the hummer
popping out with mpx, give the chopper to my gunner
unky cooking, had to top it with some b*tter
how the f*ck you real? out here plotting on yo brother

[verse 3: daboii]
yeah, b*tch thought i was hard b*tch i had glock under the cover
let a n*gga diss my brother, i put shots up in yo brother
same birds flock together, b*tch, you flocking with the others
told this bad b*tch, “when you suck it, make it sloppy, then i love ya”
yeah, i don’t f*ck with too many circles, smaller than a funion
big bro got the p’s and my unc’ got the onions
got a b*tch from the hood, other b*tch, she from london
b*tch, cover up them toes, you got nerve, that’s a bunion
yeah, and i’ll air the whole chop, n*gga, f*ck it
[verse 4: babytron]
ha*ha, yeah
riding ’round feeling good, lil’ b*tch, i’m untouched
i was down bad, now i’m one up
check the kit, b*tch, i’m hutch’d up
you don’t really know sh*t, can you shut the f*ck up?
shoot it last second, bet i clutch up
so many plays, can’t remember like, what’s what?

- daboii lyrics

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