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lipton - doechii lyrics

[intro: cloudmaster price]
ayy, tega, tega, gon’ get it

[verse 1: cloudmaster price]
i got the wu*tang flow in the palm of my hands
i’m just a dirty south n*gga, that ain’t rockin’ in vans
i could probably take it, thought it, but i need an advance
yeah, i’m p*dittin’ to the hoe, i’m makin’ a band
n*ggas always wanna talk, but i ain’t seein’ a band y
eah, she wanna claim, she takin’, i ain’t seein’ a man
and you wanna battle me but doech can handle you a fan
messin’ with a loner n*gga, i do not understand doech

[verse 2: doechii]
doechii potion in your ocean i’m the wave, your b*tch in motion
i’m s*d*stic, no emotio,n i’m statistic, locomotion
say he like the way i spit
slob on the track while he jerkin’ up his d*ck, where’s the lotion?
all these rap b*tches in my dm want promotion
remove that rap b*tch off the map, that’s promotion
every n*gga in the game claim that they was chosen
they ambition don’t equate to how they flow and how i goes in

[verse 3: cloudmaster price]
b*tch, i’m mad, then red, period flow, we bled
no power rule, you b*tch want a lil’ cloud, yeah, caillou
twilight, beef stew, yea,h the game been good, we don’t really need you
john cena with your hoe, you can’t even see who
and me and doechii’s in a buick, color us a mountain dew
ayy, what the f*ck you tryna do? pull up on your avenue
don’t give a f*ck about revenue i’m showing different intervals
you looking at a general
my b*tch came out from portugal, other one from liverpool
cops watch a n*gga roll, yhey tryna shoot but difficult
i’m danger to an undercover, feeling like mystical
danger to an undercover feeling like mystical, doechii
[verse 4: doechii]
they saying, “doechii, don’t do it,” i’ve done it d*o*e*c*h, double i
done devastated, doubleincarcerated, impostorated, doachies and doacheries, the agitation, deletor, decapitations, depurations, detour, building up a do*re*mi for desperation, for my dialect
got the game a wreck, hazer snake, i say that sh*t direct
got a problem, say it with your chest, i spit it on the track
all you n*ggas whack, coming from a b*tch that barely rap
me and cloud gon’ take you motherf*ckers off the tampa map
time to deport i do this sh*t for d*sport
your studios a pit of snakes, but sh*t at least you record

[interlude]
godd*mn, doechii, cloud

[bridge: cloudmaster price]
and you don’t stop, me and doechii be at your doorstop
n*ggas claim they real, but they not
no wi*fi, you no hotspot

[verse 5: doechii & cloudmaster price]
yeah, take your f*ckboy and i can turn him to my husband
n*ggas wanna play, but they trippin’ by a dozen
culture vulture b*tches see them circle and they buzzin’
when a n*gga blow, watch him multiply my cousins
you ain’t even eatin’, this ain’t ramadan
i done love with a f*ckboy what you on?
hunt these b*tches with my iphone, pokemon
and i’m the mother of your mother (yeah), hoe, you’re my son (ayy)
ooh yeah, knock knock, came up in this b*tch with a ziploc
n*gga, you can get shaked like dreadlocks
hoes think it’s a joke like red fox
two words for a hatin’, n*gga, you can k!ll rocks
if they testin’ my patience, i just might
yo, why they keep sleepin’ with the bad mites?
lil’ shoney fall through with the hair right
get a 414 if you act right
i’m in orbit with my sneeze like a satellite
and yeah my dome look fine, yeah she h*lla tight
and me and doechii updated biggie and kim
beagin’ and slim, never touchin’ the rim
the shot wet with it, loners over everything, never will forget it, yeah
[outro: cloudmaster price & doechii]
ayy
i ain’t got sh*t to say
i have sh*t to say i’m doechii from the motherf*ckin’ northside
i am doechii, b*tch

- doechii lyrics

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