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kemosabe remix (feat. t.i., young dro & birdman) - doe b lyrics

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woa kemosabe, woa, woa

woa kemosabe, woa, woa

i said woa kemosabe, woa, woa

woa kemosabe, woa, woa

i blow the check in follies

i coulda bought a ‘rari

pull up in the big body

valet had to double park it

i’m covered in versace

i’m fresh prince, these n-gg-s carlton

flexin’ through the projects

them b-tches think i’m ‘luminati

my n-gg- say f-ck a bugatti

buy him a box chevy on 30’s

straight out the dutty, drink muddy, b-tches sl-tty

get head so long, she f-ck around, caught a concussion

top off on a foreign

ballin’ like amar’e

2 b-tches and they barbies

1 on lean and 1 on mollies

50 hoes in the lobby

chain gold and it’s versace

i’m like woa kemosabe

big ballin’ is my hobby

top off on that foreign, g4 jet that boring

p-ss me the ball i’m scorin’

f-ck yo b-tch she whorin’

got 23 b-tches on the t-bird

3 plus 3, that’s 6 birds

24 cups, 21 that’s 4-5

that’s what i keep on my side

if a n-gg- tryna run up in my house

i’mma blow his -ss back outside

and even if the f-ck n-gg- look wrong

i’mma knock the p-ssy n-gg- c-ck eye

me and doe b show ’em how to rock out

this verse so hot i’m finna hop out

ey bob, man i’m finna go beast mode

dominating here, getting knocked out

i’mma stop now slow it up

rolled on on my 30’s

ask that b-tch, i f-cked all her buddies

that ho be lookin’ dusty

i bet her p-ssy musty

i’m like “whoah kemosabe”

i started this sh-t cos that’s my hobby

big tymer that’s my name ho

versaces on my frame ho

all gold everything

i put that sh-t on everything

got a ring on every finger n-gg-

diamonds flooded in this b-tch like it’s raining n-gg-

b-tch on my arm like a singer n-gg-

hah, she might just be a singer n-gg-

i do what the f-ck i want

and i buy what the f-ck i want

bottle poppin’ with my possy, we ballin like the cosbys

ballin’s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri

young god is the prophet, young playa stackin’ profit

i made a quarter million and i never went to college

say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydroponics

even in j-pan boy, i get plenty sake

i’m all about the dollar, b-tches wanna holler

bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips

and this life is all that i know

ain’t after that, i didn’t miss it

and we go hard, these n-gg-s lip but them ventriloquists whisper

from band hitters on 6, n-gg-s would k!ll to get rich

and this doe b, b.o.b, g.d.o.d, we rich n-gg-

top off on a foreign

ballin like amar’e

2 b-tches and they barbies

1 on lean and 1 on mollies

i got foreign whips in my garage

top down in that sb

i got plane gas in my cigar

and i match a clique in my ashy

and hustle gang we about that action

and all them other p-ssy n-gg-s just actin

and yo gang play, cocaine pay

for everything i got like 30k

i’m still a drug dealer, how you love that?

love a real n-gg-, den you love me!

catch me in the spot, where they sellin’ drugs at

come with 50-60, you can get you 2 or 3

bending corners in ferrari californias

(ay who you with?) f-ckin’ with a b-tch in california

(ay what you doin’?) smokin’ sh-t you get from california

b-tch get wrong she gon’ get left in california

- doe b lyrics

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