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very low eyes - d.b chapo lyrics

[intro]
*bye, goodbye, goodbye
and my heart keeps coming back
i don’t wanna cry, no cry, no cry
i don’t wanna say goodbye
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh

[chorus: d.b chapo]
ayy, goodbye, huh, live my own life
i just wanna find someone for me that ain’t gon’ lie
i don’t need your pole because i got my own fire
walkin’ into work, i got the very low eyes (d*mn)

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
that’s organic ass, i love when it’s natural
come and throw it back, it feel like a stuffed animal
i could save the weed up ’til i’m paid if we be rational
how i make the wocky taste so good, it’s in the danimal
d*mn, i’m too faded, need to get out of the fish bowl
i might be a lil’ man, but i got big poles
i [?] go and ship this fifth bowl
matte black with white interior just like a swiss bowl
d*mn, ayy, wе gon’ have this herb today
dookie rub bеtween my fingers, i’ma let it burn away
to get sober, i’ma need to get hit with a hurricane
i’ma pause the function, let ’em know like a commercial break
ayy, big ass dutch, i’m finna double up, hey
pop two x’s like i double jump, b*tch
threw a bean in the wock, look like a rubber duck, hey
i ain’t feelin’ the effects, i’m ’bout to drop another one, hey
sh*ttin’ on these b*tches like a laxative
chrome up on my back, i got a mask, ain’t what the jacket is
[?] with pedestrians because i got a traffic whip
pull that rpg out of my hat like it’s a magic trick, d*mn
up the stick and make him dance for his life
twenty*three, two glocks, i’m makin’ buckets like mike
roll the dice, i’ma flip the odds and see how well they like it
i just seen him ridin’ ’round, i popped the tire of his bike
[chorus: d.b chapo]
ayy, goodbye, huh, live my own life
i just wanna find someone for me that ain’t gon’ lie
i don’t need your pole because i got my own fire
walkin’ into work, i got the very low eyes

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
ayy, i clock into work like ak punchin’ up the numbers on it
ayy, how you got a dodge with a different color bumper on it?
ayy, i just bought a brand*new glock and nicknamed it my bullet launcher
f*ck up out the pickpocket, you pocket pick, my hoodlum poppin’
ayy, beat it from the back, i like it when the booty natural
bounce it off the wall back on my body like a catapult
granny off the treatment, i’m tryna try somethin’ better for her
take a walk, i’m trimmin’ fresh and clean around this messy world
ayy, spin around the b*tch
beauty and the beast, i walk in on some cinderella sh*t
i just did my [?], it look like a cinnamon twist
did away with snow bunnies, i f*ck on a cinnamon b*tch
pass it on me, turn around and bounce it on me
pounds of cookie in this bag, i’m bound to boogie
ayy, [?] fight me back like it was ronda rousey
cosmo and wanda inside this drink, i’m off the green and pink
[?] power bomb you and hit you up with a dvt
i can scam your granny for this silver lease, ddg
they want me to post suburban trapper on a dvd
i will smack your blunt if you only packin’ a g of weed
where that gin, where that [?], i can’t work at [?]
spread that jam, pillsbury dough boy ’em
he was in that jam, heard his brother workin’ with him
put my phone back down, and i go back to workin’ formal
ayy, how you take bread from the corporation you was workin’ from?
how you stressin’ ’bout [?], i’m racin’ off this purple punch
this that purple for my dinner, chapo had a perfect lunch
f*ckin’ on your b*tch, i turn around, she got a perfect b*tt

- d b chapo lyrics

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