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disguise - b-lovee & doomsday lyrics

[intro]
(ミクダヨー)
double e

[chorus]
i’m off these drugs, i’ma fill up a car (i’ma fill up a—)
bro get on hots, tryna empty the clip (tryna empty the—)
he on that block ’cause they said it was up (’cause they said it was—)
play with the guys and you know how it get (and you know how it—)
be in disguise when you hop out the truck (when you hop out the—)
too many shots in the clip, it was stuck (it was stuck)
who had him dodgin’ that sh*t? it was us (it was us)
shawty a baddie and she got the bubble (bubble)
i’m tryna hit her and dip, i don’t cuddle (i don’t cuddle)
i got this gun on my hip, i don’t rumble (i don’t rumble)
they know i’m the one for this sh*t, but i’m humble (but i’m humble)
man with the plan, how the f*ck can i fumble? (can i fumble)
hit with the 10, all hе saw was the muzzle (the muzzlе)
aft*after the blam, all we saw was him crumble (was him crumble)
get to them bands, n*gga, turn up the hustle (n*gga, turn up the—)

[verse]
reversin’ the plan if he thinkin’ he got one (got one)
one in the top, i’ma hand him a hot one (a hot one)
duckin’ a girl, i’m like, “baby, do not one” (do not one)
ain’t gon’ lie, she be thinkin’ she got one (got one)
know i get wavy and, sh*t, i start doin’ my dance
off*off the hip, i let it blam (let it blam)
g*lock flamin’, tryna rename ’em
they get up on me, n*gga, i’ll be d*mned (n*gga, i’ll be took)
[chorus]
i’m off these drugs, i’ma fill up a car (i’ma fill up a car)
bro get on hots, tryna empty the clip (tryna empty the clip)
he on that block ’cause they said it was up (’cause they said it was up)
play with the guys and you know how it get (and you know how it get)
be in disguise when you hop out the truck (when you hop out the truck)
too many shots in the clip, it was stuck (it was stuck)
who had him dodgin’ that sh*t? it was us (it was us)
shawty a baddie and she got the bubble (the bubble)
i’m tryna hit her and dip, i don’t cuddle (i don’t cuddle)
i got this gun on my hip, i don’t rumble (i don’t rumble)
they know i’m the one for this sh*t, but i’m humble (but i’m humble)
man with the plan, how the f*ck can i fumble? (can i fumble)
hit with the 10, all he saw was the muzzle (all he saw was the muzzle)
aft*after the blam, all we saw was him crumble (all we saw was him crumble)
get to them bands, n*gga, turn up the hustle (n*gga, turn up the hustle)

- b lovee doomsday lyrics

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