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dough goblins - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos & duffy]
yeah, n*gga
n*ggas know
come and take a walk with me
good lookin’, zay
(coronado on the beat)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
come and walk with me
fullies knockin’ down bullies, know he walk different
he tryna run up on the chop, is he on somethin’?
they like, “p, calm it down, you know it’s kids watchin'”
n*ggas, they don’t want problems

[chorus: blue pesos]
all my n*ggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms
n*gga
grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him
any greasy thoughts ’bout our chains, we gon’ dome shot him
too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if i need oochies
mei ling just bought a new beam and a glock for me
take his head off and hit the dash, i hear the cops comin’
i don’t wanna do you like ricky, n*gga, stop runnin’

[verse 2: blue pesos]
smackdown, you got your chest out, taste these mac [?]
i’ll johnny cage kick this n*gga head, he get to loud mouthin’
put a muzzle on ’em, n*ggas talk to much, we finna dog walk ’em
chalk zone him, get the car warm and hit the 1*10
stripped for a pole dancer
gunsmoke flowin’ out the k, you know it cause cancer
sack size, get the big macs and the long stretcher
n*gga
big drums for sl!ck words, he’s a news header
stincs the trendsetters, you look good, that make you feel better?
steppin’ with a message, big weapons, i’m a true menace
p a sh*t talker, talkin’ crazy, b*tch, i’m arrogant
the opp is no longer, ain’t no sorries, that’s the end of it
doin’ n*ggas dirty, i’m a sinner, i don’t got feelings
street sweeper, monkey nuts with it, ain’t no stock, ain’t it?
cryin’ like a b*tch when we shot him and we mock victims
hall*of*fame stats, spinnin’ blocks with this four nickel
[verse 3: duffy]
you n*ggas make this sh*t look hard, this sh*t is so simple
n*gga tryna pull up on the stincs, bring a rope with you
broke pieces shinin’, shots fired, now his phone missin’
i just smoked a n*gga in my christians, we some known sinners
tryna smack another goofy, who gon’ volunteer?
passin’ n*ggas up, sh*t, it’s tough, it’s only been a year
had to get my point across, now the air is clear
police*ass n*gga asking questions, bro, we out of here
i don’t trust these rapper*ass n*ggas, don’t be askin’ weird
one wrong move, chop singin’ like it’s britney spears
broke n*ggas, tell me ’bout it
don’t speak on the team, i ain’t never heard your name, you ain’t never active
street n*ggas came from dough knockin’, we just good at rappin’
[?] out an suv, that’s perfect for target practice
i heard that n*gga tryna pop it, that’s gon’ come with problems
double d’s on the chop, i came in here with dame dolla
if it’s beef, we gon’ turn it to a chimichanga
new money, new b*tches, still the same drama
money come first, my b*tch know that she my second option
dough getters, b*tch, we came up from the low bottoms

[chorus: blue pesos]
all my n*ggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms
b*tch, n*gga (ayy)
grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him
any greasy thoughts ’bout our chains, we gon’ dome shot him
too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if i need oochies
mei ling just bought a new beam and a glock for me
take his head off and hit the dash, i hear the cops comin’
i don’t wanna do you like ricky, n*gga, stop runnin’
[outro: duffy]
mei ling just bought a new glock and a beam for me
that n*gga dumb than a b*tch, ayy, look
good lookin’ out, though
sue yung
both of y’all, i think she was with her sister, on gang
what he say?
ayy, let me see that b*tch
yeah
yeah

- otm lyrics

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