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underground - dougie b lyrics

[intro]
(thanks, zuko)
(ayo, eliwtf)

[pre*chorus: dougie b]
turn up the beat, i just wanna geek
i got perkies in me, with the rhythm, i tweak
they keep dissin’ the brook, no, i don’t wanna beef
free jo, c*hii, ’til my ooters is free
turn up the beat, i just wanna geek
i got perkies in me, with the rhythm, i tweak
they keep dissin’ the brook, no, i don’t wanna beef
free jo, c*hii, ’til my ooters is free
[chorus: dougie b]
tryna do ’em like dro, i’m a fiend for the beat
me and bro opened doors, now we throwin’ the key
tell ’em, “free 38,” take a trip wit’ my 3s
we want all of the smoke, we ain’t coppin’ no pleas
got hit, but that sh*t ain’t do sh*t
got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip
talk facts, doa, really made n*ggas lit
still love all my bloodies and f*ck with the rips

[verse 1: luisss]
turn up the beat and you know i’ma tweak
i’m with tana and dougie, don’t forget the b (grrah)
n0body bigger than he (nah)
three chops, move hot while we dumpin’ out, v’s (grrah, grrah)
n0body bigger than us (nah)
all black, big body suburban, we dumpin’ out trucks (skrrt, yeah)
ken carson with the stick, you know i’m clutch (grrah)
ice spice with the glock ’cause you know it’s gon’ munch (grrt, bah)
what’s the word with that? (huh?) i’m too st*rdy for that
she not throwin’ it back, i’m not goin’ for that
you know i tote berettas and poles on my back (bah, bah)
long live steve jobs, you know i tote the mac (grrah, grrah, grrah)
917, you know i’m gettin’ racks (racks, racks)
audience with the chop, it’s finna clap (grraow, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[verse 2: ka$hdami]
uh, i got the ak in my duffy (baow, baow, baow)
no, i can’t f*ck on your ho ’cause she ugly
big brim, only the b is above me
i was in school with the g in my cubby (grrah, bah, bah)
ebk, n*gga, you know i’m on f*ck sh*t
private or public, you know that i’m clutchin’
oh, he from— shh? hop out, up it (fah)
these n*ggas, they do anything for the coverage
oh, that b*tch that you lovin’, she swallowed my nut
you thought you could rob me, you must ride the short bus
workin’ the trap, boy, i don’t need no shortcut
d*mn, you said that it’s smoke, let me know somethin’
d*mn, your b*tch on my d*ck, let her blow somethin’
broke*ass n*gga, pay up if you owe somethin’
shootin’, i’m ballin’ like kobe in ’01
everything dead, i ain’t duckin’ from no one (grrah, grrah)

[pre*chorus: dougie b]
turn up the beat, i just wanna geek
i got perkies in me, with the rhythm, i tweak
they keep dissin’ the brook, no, i don’t wanna beef
free jo, c*hii, ’til my ooters is free
turn up the beat, i just wanna geek
i got perkies in me, with the rhythm, i tweak
they keep dissin’ the brook, no, i don’t wanna beef
free jo, c*hii, ’til my ooters is free
[chorus: dougie b]
tryna do ’em like dro, i’m a fiend for the beat
me and bro opened doors, now we throwin’ the key
tell ’em, “free 38,” take a trip with my 3s
we want all of the smoke, we ain’t coppin’ no pleas
got hit, but that sh*t ain’t do sh*t
got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip
talk facts, doa, really made n*ggas lit
still love all my bloodies and f*ck with the rips

[verse 3: midwxst]
yeah, they made ’em go down like the nasdaq
if i’m drivin’, then tell my bro, “grab that”
made that boy disappear like a snapchat (on gang)
how you sayin’ you on, but your ass fell off? (fell off)
ain’t shoot sh*t, n*gga, you all talk (you all talk)
applyin’ pressure in this sh*t like gauze (like guaze)
do ’em like a ticket, scratchin’ ’em off (scratchin’ him off)
doin’ the dash in the benz from the cops (skrrt)
my shooters from chi*town, ready to pop (pop)
bought me a bottle and f*cked on a thot (on a thot)
i’m with luisss and dougie, they tellin’ us, “drop” (drop)
i stay with them cuddies, boy, do not get shot (shot)
outside with the gang, know we posted a lot (a lot)
n*ggas sayin’ they slidin’, i know that they not (they not)
say he gon’ shoot me, n*gga, i ain’t shot, b*tch (shot)

[verse 4: yvngxchris]
rip and dip, yes, i’m finna slide
what whip i bring this b*tch in tonight?
i put the tip in, d*ckin’ her right
i said, “pull up to the crib,” big d*ck is implied
and this ho lookin’ nice, i like her spice
and i told her, “i’m down to munch on that ice”
she said, “when do you wanna f*ck?” b*tch, tonight
’cause 10 am, hop on that flight
get left if you don’t get right
give ’em a left, right hand, b*tch, i’m mike tyson
and that n*gga is not my man, couldn’t act if i tried
i turned off dms, n*ggas kept askin’ for the price
tryna be my bm and get access to my life
bro, i can’t even see them, i’m way too high, huh (i’m way too high)
n*ggas can’t even believe that i’m in the sky, huh (on god)
f*ck ’round, see the green up in my eyes, huh (my eyes)
because a n*gga fried (i’m fried)
okay, i’m top one, but the jeans is number (n)ine (number (n)ine)
b*tch, i wanna win, i’m prayin’ to jesus, oh my god
no, they cannot see us, n*ggas blind

- dougie b lyrics

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