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bippin and scammin - doodat600 & tay b lyrics

[intro: tay b]
yeah
cardogotwings
shout out to my n-gg- doodat, b-tch
all facts on a n-gg-, huh
ayy, ayy

[chorus: tay b]
yeah, i know some n-gg-s rich off pimpin’, huh, yeah
yeah, my other cali n-gg-s lick hittin’, huh, yeah, huh
real bippin’, huh, yeah
i know some n-gg-s with y’all pimpin’, huh?
and my other cali n-gg-s with y’all bippin’, huh?
yeah, i got some real n-gg-s that be flu flammin’
my b-tches runnin’ up a check so they ain’t through scammin’

[verse 1: doodat600]
i’m that n-gg- out here runnin’ hoes from a to z (runnin’ plays)
they call me doodat but i don’t do that sh-t for free (never free)
loud b-tch in n-gg-s’ face, ho, you ain’t for me (never, b-tch)
and i’ma have another b-tch, ain’t no replacing me (uh-uh)
don’t f-ck with 12, with the bows, boy, i sell dozens
ex-b-tch in her feelings ’cause i f-cked her cousin
been off the porch since 13, diego been thuggin’
rearrange a n-gg- face, he caught himself muggin’

[verse 2: tay b]
boy, to me you super mad ’cause your b-tch f-ckin’
with a b-tch that’s super bad, call her mclovin
acrobat with the chop, he gon’ flip somethin’
you can catch me with doc, i got scripts bustin’
you a lucky man, them bullets barely flew past you
if i wanted your opinion, b-tch, i’d ask you
yeah, watch out for hoes, boy, they’ll trap you
she just f-cked me, but your b-tch, she give you a h-ssle

[verse 3: doodat600]
and i ain’t gotta be the man you tryna be attached to
and if the sh-t ain’t ’bout no bands then that will not be natural
’cause when you fall, ain’t nan’ b-tch gon’ be there to catch you
and i’ll simp your dumb -ss, i ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ after you
drippin’ sauce on these hoes like some lamb chops
and we keep blicky on our laps, ain’t no stash spot
just dropped the stock, had a ladder on my last glock
and bounce back after the narcs raided my last spot

[verse 4: tay b]
man, i had a couple hundred in my stash spot
huh, crazy sh-t to get the cash, huh
it’s in my past now, i got fans now
call your b-tch will smith, we’ll send her hanc-ck
chill with that hi-point, it’s gon’ jam, aight?
go get some bands, get the f-ck up off the ‘gram, aight?
freak b-tch deep throatin’, sh-t, really chokin’
got bad b-tches up in oakland, they see me in oakland

- doodat600 tay b lyrics

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