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clout chase - doe boy lyrics

[intro: doe boy]
808mafia
big doe beezy, man (oh, really?)
your favorite rapper scared of me, man, stop playin’ (big doe beezy)
real gangsters f*ck with me, i don’t give a f*ck who don’t
play with me, i bet he won’t, haha (freeband gang)
oh, really? (top shotta, let’s roll)

[verse 1: doe boy]
b*tch, i rock chanel but don’t make me grab the d*ckies (drippy)
ohio n*gga, for real, i rob rappers, go ask trippie (no bap)
i don’t go nowhere without my glizzy, go ask drizzy (no bap)
hit every baddie in the city, but i slipped, ain’t smashed piggy (haha)
i hit, “shh,” i ain’t gon’ lie, she let me f*ck ’til i had millies (bless)
glizzy got perfect attendance, this b*tch comin’ in class with me (rrah*baow)
grew up with no ho, used to could bag a brittany (simple)
f*ck whatever ho, b*tch, i could wake up, bag iggy (mwah, come here, baby, azalea)
can’t lie, i was in jail, she had me fantasizin’ (fantasizin’)
once a b*tch, could have her and her friends flyin’ private (flyin’ private)
i ain’t boxin’, diamonds hit, feel like a drop kick (what’s up?)
n*gga, play that nine bl!ck, it stop a lot of nonsense
rubberband money gang, b*tch, that who i ride with (rmb)
i got lit, named, “shh,” my b*tch, i’ll f*ck a dime b*tch (mwah, come here, baby)
i’m top shotta, don dada, b*tch is just a sidekick (haha)
i’m that n*gga make my main b*tch choose my side b*tch, uh
walk down gang, but we run down on ’em (walk down on ’em)
think he can stand under the rain ’til it come down on him (big walk down gang)
scared of my name ’til this day ’cause i dump rounds on ’em
could wear bottega every day, i’m still gon’ stomp on ’em (grrah, stepper)
let me in the game, now i’m really a problem (doe beezy)
model throwin’ up my gang, and she don’t even get followed (fool)
i don’t clout chase, i hit b*tches with ten million followers (true story)
and i did that before i had ten million dollars, ya dig? (oh, really?)
[verse 2: dababy]
yeah, could’ve f*cked your favorite rapper, b*tch, i let her slide (let’s go)
i’m the type to set it off right there, don’t let it ride
he gon’ pillow talk and say he play with me, he tellin’ lies
wink my eye at that lil’ b*tch when she walk by, she mesmerized, yeah
i had hoes treat me like the g.o.a.t. ‘fore i had the deal
got pulled over with all pounds when i signed to interscope, but i had to peel
i got three and half grams rolled up, but the sh*t that i smoke sittin’ behind my ear
i’m at the football game with the kids, you could play if you want, you gon’ die on the field
b*tch, dread*head n*gga think he chief keef, try and slide on me, he gon’ die on a drill (uh)
n*gga talkin’ ’bout robbin’ me, might as well get high and die on a pill
and n*gga, i ain’t comin’ off of sh*t, you gon’ learn you in here with a shark, i’m ride ’til the wheels
on some bad boy sh*t, i’ll slide across the floor in the dark, i be firin’ with sk!lls
if i want the b*tch, then you just lost her, boy, believe me, let’s go
b*tch say she wanna be freeband gang, i tossed her to doe beezy
stop and get a corn beef sandwich with frito lays, with my glock when i’m in cleveland
’bout to take some brand new flowers to my daddy grave while i’m rockin’ double cs

[outro: doe boy & dababy]
i tell her
b*tch, i rock chanel but don’t make me grab the d*ckies (uh)
but don’t make me grab the d*ckies (no bap)
b*tch, i rock chanel but don’t make me grab the d*ckies (no bap, uh)
but don’t make me grab the d*ckies (haha, oh, really?)
stunk bean, haha (it’s gone)
partner, i know his ass did
ah, f*ck, man, was ‘posed to put some gas in this, ah, yeah
n*ggas be doin’ ho ass sh*t (on god)
n*gga breezin’ me, dumbass
this n*gga beamin’, bruh

- doe boy lyrics

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