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lirik lagu pre skool – doe boy

[intro: doe boy & dj holiday]
you know i been a gangster since like preschool
known to let that mac fly just like my n*gga doe, bah (oh, really?)
first grade, went to school, could barely spell my name
second grade, in the hood, tryna learn the slang (doe beezy)
watchin’ bet in third grade, i want a chain
brung a knife to school in fourth grade, i was insane
yo, doe boy, hold the f*ck on, n*gga, hold the f*ck on
stop the tape, n*gga (oh, really?), stop, stop the tape, n*gga
you just said some sh*t i ain’t, what the f*ck?
n*gga, you goin’ crazy like that, n*gga?
spinnin’ the block on these n*ggas like that, n*gga? what the f*ck?
oh my god, ayy, man, run that sh*t back, my n*gga (rubber band money gang)
run that sh*t all the way back, no, from thе top, n*gga, let’s go
scream, holiday, doe boy, been him
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga? been him
known to lеt that mac fly just like my n*gga doe, bah (holiday season, oh, really?)

[verse: doe boy]
first grade, went to school, could barely spell my name
second grade, in the hood, tryna learn the slang (doe beezy)
watchin’ bet in third grade, i want a chain
brung a knife to school in fourth grade, i was insane (facts)
fifth grade, i was treatin’ n*ggas like they lames
sixth grade, nothin’ changed, i was still the same (fool)
seventh grade, i was twistin’ fingers, claimin’ gangs (gang, gang, gang)
eighth grade, i was in the trap with og dank
ninth grade, catchin’ smoke with opps, runnin’ fades
tenth grade, i was robbin’ n*ggas comin’ in my lane (think i’m playin’?)
eleventh grade, still ain’t had a real pair of j’s (facts)
failed out twelfth grade, then i dropped out
mama kicked me out the house, i got locked out (i got locked out)
not one time in my life i had a job, never clocked out (facts)
grades was way too bad for high school ball, i never tried out
teach a n*gga a lesson, go to the chalkboard, you f*ck around, you find out (oh, really?)
i was eighteen, got a record deal, n*gga
and the label i signed to don’t sign you unless you k!ll n*ggas (freebandz)
tell the label he signed to he don’t got no flex appeal, n*gga (fool)
epic want me rappin’, but i can’t be nothin’ less than a real n*gga
came with a hundred racks, i left with zero
couldn’t afford american eagle, now my necklace got an eagle (brrr)
clappin’ at your people, clap that bl!cky like it’s legal (bah*bah*bah*bah)
first 48 gang, b*tch, free baby shaq and chino, huh (bah*bah*bah*bah*bah*bah)
six feet deep where i’ll leave dude (bah*bah*bah*bah)
knew i’d be a gangster, b*tch, since i stepped foot in preschool (doe beezy)
think he sl!ck, i peeped dude, up the stick and teach dude
up this b*tch and squeeze dude
your gun make n*ggas freeze? n*gga, me too
n*gga, i been thuggin’ back since kindergarten, huh (yeah)
way since kindergarten, n*ggas know don’t get me started, uh (think i’m playin’?)
grew up, always wanted to be a rapper, then i charted (doe beezy)
huh, check the numbers, b*tch, i charted (oh really?)
you dig?
[outro: dj holiday]
man, y’all f*ck n*ggas didn’t see this sh*t from a mile away, hahaha
see, when you legendary, n*gga, you can pop out when you want to
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
we gettin’ movie money too, n*gga
and apple music
doe boy, holiday
my n*gga scream
this sh*t just feel different, right?
you’re wecome

- doe boy

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