Doja Lyrics – $NOT
Singer: $NOT
Title: Doja
n#gg#s got me f#cked up
No cap
Yuh, yuh (Dee B got that heat)
Why these n#gg#s talkin’ f#ckin’ shit?
I-I-I told ’em pipe down, I don’t need no little b#tch (Huh?)
I f#cked that b#tch named Doja Cat, pull up in a Scat Pack (Haha)
Windows tinted all black (Go, go), bulletproof and all that (Go)
f#ck that, f#ck you
f#ck that, f#ck you, f#ck that
Bro, I’m posted like a bandit, choppa take your f#cking candy (Huh?)
f#ck your ho I’ll leave her stranded, come and get her, she just landed (Haha)
I got stamina, I be that soldier, that boy damager (Huh?)
Four-five just let it go, push a n#gg#, he want smoke (Boom, Dee B got that heat)
He want smoke? Let me know, I got smoke like Bobby Hill (Boom boom)
Jack and Jill [?] girls, Perky make him f#ckin’ choke (Yeah)
I be spazzed out, passed out, talk your sh#t, change, bruh (Go)
Meet your fate, extendo clip, .38 to your face (Oof)
It’s okay, choppa spray, it’s gon’ f#ck your b#tch today (Roof)
I’m a demon, I be dancin’, got more fashion, that b#tch braggin’ (Yeah)
Stop that cappin’ with no action, I be laughin’, ain’t no stressin’ (Haha)
Smith & Wesson when I’m steppin’, try to black out them sticks (Go)
You a funny, you get blitzed (Go), walk around, I’m like a lick (Go)
Lollipop, you get shot, pick your body up and drop (Haha)
(Dee B got that heat)
Man, them n#gg#s got me
Them n#gg#s got me
Them n#gg#s got me f#cked up
Why these n#gg#s talkin’ f#ckin’ shit?
I-I-I told ’em pipe down, I don’t need no little b#tch (Huh?)
I f#cked that b#tch named Doja Cat, pull up in a Scat Pack (Haha)
Windows tinted all black (Go, go), bulletproof and all that (Go)
f#ck that, f#ck you
f#ck that, f#ck you, f#ck that
Army boots, army bomber jacket like what’s happening c#nt (Huh)
Lay your hand on my fabric then we scrappin’ c#nt (UH)
Broad day wave a automatic like what’s happening (f#ck that)
My pistol rick and raf and its matching with my fashion (Uh)
Silly c#nt down town, up town, really where we from (Woah)
Call my slatt, call my slag, f#ck you jackin’
Call the lads tell them order foreign gas, now we battlin’
Tried to tell you its more than rap, hold the mic with my right
Throw a jab or the grab, throw a dab with my left all of that, (All that, all of that)
Watch them sprint like they white? (White)
Like my windows with that tint
Invite your widow to my tent
I f#ck my first m#lf at like ten
Don’t want no fishbowl in that b#tch
I need my windows five percent
(Dee B got that heat)
Man, them n#gg#s got me
Them n#gg#s got me
Them n#gg#s got me f#cked up
Why these n#gg#s talkin’ f#ckin’ shit?
I-I-I told ’em pipe down, I don’t need no little b#tch (Huh?)
I f#cked that b#tch named Doja Cat, pull up in a Scat Pack (Haha)
Windows tinted all black (Go, go), bulletproof and all that (Go)
f#ck that, f#ck you
f#ck that, f#ck you, f#ck that
f#ck that, f#ck that, f#ck that, f#ck that
f#ck you, f#ck you, f#ck you, f#ck you
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