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Bill Doke

(Fictional rap artist.) A man who inherited money from his parents. He planned on following a rap career but decided it didn't suit him.

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Uh
Pop it, don’t stop the habit (don’t stop it)
Okay
Shit ready, you ready

Ah, me I’m just shoppin’ it for the hell of it
Spent a 100K, the broke niggas thought it was counterfeit (like what)
Act like they never have seen anything like the shit
Bitches get outta sorority just to meet the boys
Seduce the men before whippin’ out the toys
I got a milli within a year
Cashiers and pockets, I’m they worst fear
Aye, don’t go smoking them baby trees
Stock it cause bigger the tree, bigger the weed
Selling from the market should have gotten paid
Niggas act tough, but they soft as suede
They sittin’ there talking don’t know how to listen
Walk up to them with a 9mm and they turn fucking chicken
Still, took up the freaking token
Beat you up with my own special Hadouken
Knock out your two front teeth then you look like a freaking redneck
Hoppin’ out of your so-called expensive cars
Imma quote a nigga, “I’m rising so high, I feel like I’m on mars”
Shut the hell up before you start seeing some fuckin’ stars
I’ll tell you some crazy shit, you won’t believe it
I got diamonds on my necklace
Pussy for my breakfast
When they asked ‘bout the taste test
I said it really wasn’t the bestest
Uh, but I’m still coming out strong
Little baby come and get some
Flying high like Neil Armstrong
So clout chaser get that shit out of my face
And take your little baby, she’s the wrong race
And your gimpy ass is in the wrong fucking place
Slow the f*ck down why’d you quicken your pace (Uh)
Brother, you were talking up some sense
Now this shit really got fucking tense
Aye, fall down a well, bitch
See you in hell, bitch
Shell shocked, baby
Nigga, all this hating got you them charges, not cool
Broke due to them dude, you’re a fool
I have enough money to pay them fifty times over (actually more)
No sleepover
I got chicks and broads
Bitches, and hits
Ass and tits
Pussies and clits
Take me back to my high school years
Not long ago, was born a genius
All niggas stand up if you want some ass
Wait, you’re not even in my social class
I’ll f*ck you up with some sweet-ass brass
I’m sharp as a nail and cut like glass
I’m just chilling while I smoke some grass
Choke you the f*ck out like mustard gas
Faded fucking hair, not a hairline to be seen
Say you can kill me, nigga, what you mean?
You a black dude, better wisen up
Me and my crew will feed on you
You a biggie
A wiggy
A male Ms. Piggy
Smoke your e-ciggies
Boy acts so cool
No brain, go to school
I’m a rider
A cool coal miner
Earning a nice few thousand
I’ll get back to it
Do it, not screw it
I’ll show how we take it
North in the Dakotas and then down to Texas
Hold up, this nigga pulled up in a fucking Lexus
Sharp ass dude imma shut down your plexus
Aye, take it, don’t hate it
I’ll show you downwards how we do it
Chew it, don’t consume it
I feel like I wanna fist a hoe
Feel her, and spray it like an undertow
That’s how I did it, how I undergo
She better hold on, cause it’s like a rodeo
Hit me up in my studio
Meet up in the capital of Mexico
Yeah, me and the bitch under the mistletoe
As noble as the American crow
Tough, and I hit like a buffalo
Yeah, it’s how I voice a manifesto
My crew like the Arapaho
Aye, told it
I done did-did it
Ugly looking fucker look like Pinnochio
I finna go do it
And I’m still kinda cooling
No carpooling
I got nothing left to say
It’s been great
Now to go and start my day (hey)
But never really never done
Really never did it

Da da da da da da da da
Aye, bully acting high
Flying in the sky
Strike down on my enemies
Howitzer replaced my Glock (shame)
Would you look at the time
No, look at the clock
Runnin’ low on time
I know my niggas acting asinine
But little monkeys swinging from vine to vine
See a little Lamborghini with its racing stripes
Bought little boxes of crack and Trype (bought it, did it)
Trying on some Grantora shit
Stacking my guns on racks for racks
Try and stop me and I’ll break your back
Flying private, better watch your back
Or else the next move you make might get you whacked
Then I’ll put your head on a golden plaque
Or I might wear you as a fancy hat
Crimes committed got me arrested
Minor time, cause I’m a great liar
Mess with me, and I’ll light you on fire
Or I’ll wash you up and put you in the dryer
Bitch, it’s how I flow
White shit, I need me a white bitch
Uh

Round two, and I’ll beat on you
He planned to fight me and then “caught the flu”
Would have made him into baby-stew
Would have woke up but made it through
You think you’re lit with your tobacco chew
Diss on me and you’ll meet my crew
Blasting my speakers on the radio
You listening with your lady hoe
Drama loving bitches act like they’re in-the-know
They don’t comprehend ‘cause they’re slow
See a nigga in death row
F*ck, just dropped them taters
Mhm
God damn, haircut lookin’ fresh
Aight, here’s the money

Tripped off of Trype and six niggas looking mad
White boy walking around with some Xan in his hand
Bitch dating losers but then out with her man
Aye, stopped on a green light was ‘bouta get shot
Style looking fresh triggering like a spark
Light up a boy just because he’s dark
My man thinking about parking in my land
Screw, we know the U.S. is in my land
All-American, all-out on his plan
Hold up, I’ll beat you up in front of your man
Body a queer, just so he can’t stand
Break your leg and then stuff your face in some sand
Get you out of a club, get you fucking banned
Here bud, let me give you a hand
Now pay up, he got up and ran
You’re like a stunt, all bark and no bite
Bitch, I ain’t soft, I got fucking bite
Ex-girl sneaking around, she’s my fan
Acting like I’m the light of her life
End a life with the stab of my knife
Yeah, buddy stand up, you short as f*ck
Snacking on some molly, feeling all right
No I’m not sick, I’d hit you with a stick
No weapon, just fists and knock you out cold
Laugh at a man, you think that he’s bold
Cheap ass house, all crusted with mold
No bitch, don’t put me on hold
I just want a good snack, not nothing that you can pack
Then spend a couple of my racks
After that concert, we went to get buzzed
One nigga brought his cuz
Then he told it was because
She wasn’t really his cuz
Outrun a fucking herb, he got the lungs of a smoker
Acting all-out, probably a Bill Doker
Shit, she probably my man
Lost in New York, go get a cab
Then I’ll cool you off like a fan
Because a dude stinking in, but I’m falling out
Busty looking kid, I invented thick
Comment on a flag
Act like a fag
Wintering badass, gun in his hand
Thot say she ready, but she act on her first time
She 18 so it’s not a crime
I’ll beat your dog, your cat, your boy, and your man
Aye, shoot it in the air, don’t care
I’ll come after your ass and teach you some class
I’m Jimmy Neutron, I gotta blast
Take a picture, sell it for some cash
Ameteur photographer want to be my bitch
Met a fucking girl, left her in the ditch
She too proud, don’t want to be hitched
Buy a new car
Hundred gold bars
If you’re broke, I could give you a loan
If I did, would you leave me alone
Trapped in a house, locked in for the night
Only it wasn’t a house
It was my usual cell
Then I tucked in for the night
Like woah, damn, look at that dude with a duffel bag in his hand
Out of house, ammo in bag, carbine card in hand
Shoot if he wants, act like he can
Sleepy ass n*gger, dreams only getting bigger
Crush them like they’re a can
Out of pocket, out of context
Tooth fairy, I’ll take you to dreamland

F*ck, just dropped them taters
Mhm
God damn, haircut lookin’ fresh
Aight, here’s the money

Tripped off of Trype and six niggas looking mad
White boy walking around with some Xan in his hand
Bitch dating losers but then out with her man
Aye, stopped on a green light was ‘bouta get shot
Style looking fresh triggering like a spark
Light up a boy just because he’s dark
My man thinking abou

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