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Doe Boy - RESPECTFULLY (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
FreshThPharmacy
FreshThPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Rosewood
Rosewood
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't give a fuck what you seen back in the day What you thought about back in the day (Beezy) What image you had back, of me, back (Doe Beezy) Bitch, it's not like that no more I'm rich, hoe, I'm rich, life or die (Doe Beezy) It's not like that no more, baby (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Let's go This for all the niggas out here sayin' that they smokin' me (Pussies) You ain't gon' do shit to me, I don't care' bout you postin' me (Fool) All you provin' you a fan of me, dick ridin' openly Yeah my name Doe Boy, but I'ma shoot ya, think 'bout pokin' me (Oh really?) Drugs in them bags, neighbors think I got some groceries Make me mad, I crash, niggas pussy, need some ovaries Streets said you was tough as fuck, still don't think you bold as me (Doe Beezy) I'm twenty-six, Glock .26, make sure you won't get old as me (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) I don't take no disrespect told Wafi I need baguettes Fell asleep off Perkies, then I woke up in a deferente 'Vette Baddie, but ain't nasty, told that bitch I need some different sex Up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check (fool) He said he gon' kill me, still ain't seen 'em up his semi yet No, I don't belive ya, you'll be shootin' if it was really that Talkin' out his top, like that chop won't push his ceiling back If I send a message, I make sure he ain't gon' send one back It ain't no respondin', we be steady mobbin' (yes sir) Ridin' with the Drac', what's a goon to a goblin? A milli', a milli' niggas I wish I was robbin' And I be with Future so these bitches know I'm toxic Move to Atlanta, first day, I fucked a dancer (come here baby) Bend that thottie over, when I bust, I can't stand her (let's go) Thirty bullets comin' out that clip, ain't no stand up Bitch, I don't meet yo' standards, I exceed yo' standards I'm too rich for you (Doe Beezy) Too broke, ain't no fixin' you Flex with my niggas Bentley coupes, 'Cause I can afford a Bentley coupe (facts) Flex with yo' niggas Bentley coupes, but that's just a pic for you I don't need a nigga for shit, bitch, I ain't shit like you Can't even drive, still want a 'Rari If we inside, them Glocks in the party Roll with them demons, you know that they all with me Girl, you can't have me, you can't even borrow me (Doe Beezy) Young nigga walkin' in Stella McCartney I might go put VVS in some Carti's Pull up, I serve me a nigga like Arby's I been a gangsta since I watched Barney I buy designer, I'm fuckin up Barney's RBMG, I came in with the army (gang, gang, gang) You let me fuck, I bet we gon' stop talkin' Bitch, I'm sorry, not sorry (fool) Almost got forty five years in prison But I copped out and I'm glad that I didn't (true story) Twistin' my fingers, I'm reppin' the fam All these fuck niggas be mad that I'm in it, blat (oh really?)
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Cotrell Dennard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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