Got Doe (feat. H.I.T)
Mecca Dawn
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Yeah, You know how we do it Where my girls at Where my girls at Yeah Lets go, uh Damn, what's your name ma We can get it crackin' though Pull up on that ride, on the side, butterfly doors Giovanni rims is spinnin' like carousels With the interior same color as caramel, uh Cruise through the strip, got the tools on my hip With the matching Lambos, with the shoes on the whip Excuse me, I'm sick, iller than a bird's flu Cause I stay gettin' good brain like a nerd do Baby, what you wanna do? Don't say what you won't do Knowin' all the kinky type of things that you wanna do Fuzz got that Tahoe, T push the black Beamer H.I.T got the smoke that'll give a nigga emphysema Haters wanna trip, gotta slip the clip in the Nina Got a couple hoes that get dough, now have you seen her This means for all my siblings, I run this rap shit I'm supposed to be the king, where you at, haters Step up in this club, might buy out the bar, Hundred thou on my wrist Haters know who we are, Where them girls at Got doe we spending that, Got Whips we floss that In the range, gettin' brain, smokin' dro, switchin' lanes Niggas tossin' up Dollars like money ain't a thing Where them girls at Got doe we spending that, Got Whips we floss that At the top of my game it's that Gucci dame Rollin' up in the whips with that candy stain Got diamonds on my neck, Wrists that stay froze With hit by my side Laced in rose gold We be steppin' in the club, Fresh and so clean Got the Range in the back, Sittin' on 18's Poppin' my collars and bottles of Armadale vodka Laced in Louis and Prada rollin' with The hottest squad, Cause I'm the baddest bitch Rollin' with Dior chicks, Escada, Rossi, Flossin' bossy in my Pucci kicks 100 proof of that Grey Goose, that's how we gettin' twisted Lavish life livin' is so Fuckin' ridiculous Shoppin' sprees overseas, Expensive homes Sittin' on 40 acres, Stackin' lots of doe Nothin' less than the best just the finer things You see the gleam in my eyes, Diamond cuts I'm flossin' on em Niggas step up in the club, might buy out the bar A hundred thou on my wrist, Haters know who we are, Where them girls at Got doe we spending that, Got whips we floss that In the range, gettin' brain, smokin' dro, switchin' lanes, Niggas tossin' up Dollars like money ain't a thing Where them girls at Got doe we spending that, Got whips we floss that
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Written by: Cheryl Zachery, Michael Tyler Jr.
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