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doctorbikedevils - jeesh lyrics

[intro]
ooh (ooh)
yessir (what?)
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, aye (this the pinnacle)
walk, walk, walk (ain’t no f*ck sh*t on this motherf*cker right here)
oh godd*mn yeah, aye, oh godd*mn yeah, aye
aye, aye, aye, yeah (ayo taliband$, talk to ’em, boy)

[verse 1: tailband$]
i gotta k!ll the beat and then i f*ckin’ go (i f*ckin’ go)
gas in the back whenile i’m running from the po (nyeah)
and then i crash my car into the local liquor store (skr skr)
and then i say “h*llo” and buy myself a modelo
oh, god d*mn (ole, ole)
one man, two man, jump man, swoosh (i swoosh)
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas, i can only f*ck with boof (boofy)
four, five, six, eat the p*ssy, chopsticks (om nom nom)
i can’t f*ck with n0body ‘cuz everybody snitch
and i walk (go, go)
and i walk (ouh)
and i walk (walk it out)
and i walk, aye (walk it out)
you hit a l!ck, boy? (woah) i hit a sting, boy
nevеr gave a f*ck, ‘cuz i always do my thing, boy (i do my thing)
ak sand toys, red dot, destroy
hеadshot, decoy, g.i. joe deploy (oh my god)
white hoes tweak p*ssy ain’t been washed for weeks, boy
watch yourself before you see this blood up on them sheets, boy
[chorus: jeesh]
i been dancing, prancing
feeling like knievel, b*tch i’m rancid
there’s more to what i do and you can’t stand it
if i hit your b*tch, then she consented
man you a b*tch, how you still don’t understand it? (skrr, skrr)
i been dancing, prancing
feeling like knievel, b*tch i’m rancid
there’s more to what i do and you can’t stand it
if i hit your b*tch, then she consented
man you a b*tch, how you still don’t understand it? dammit

[verse 2: jeesh]
if you know it, then go get it (get it)
stupid how we hit it (hit it)
stole your whole pack, you thought we was doing scrimmage (scrimmage)
listen to your f*cking mixtape, no i didn’t (nope)
blowin’ up before i’m 21, i got a feeling (b*tch)
watch it not happen, i’ll stop rapping
i’ll start capping these bars blasting to cart stacks in, uh
feelin’ on myself like a star that’s in
p*rnographing, then skeet all on your bed and leave you asking
“where the f*ck he go?” (i don’t know)
cops gassing (b*tch)
cuz ever since my birth i ain’t done sh*t but follow rules
my medulla oblongata must been gettin’ hollow too
cuz i wasn’t getting head, i was getting fed
spent a sl!cker just to see all of you * dead
i took a chance and now i’m taking all your * bread
you should’ve never let the lion out its home and stead
i saw the sun and said “i’d rather trap inside instead”
i wipe remains up with my white t*shirt, that’s why it’s red
don’t look to deep, let that autopsy go and find the lead
i think he want the smoke, but we ain’t finna buy him dread
that’s the word i use, ‘cuz “weed” attract the whitest feds
[chorus: jeesh
wigga, i been dancing, prancing
feeling like knievel, b*tch i’m rancid
there’s more to what i do and you can’t stand it
if i hit your b*tch, then she consented
man you a b*tch, how you still don’t understand it? (skrr, skrr)
i been dancing, prancing
feeling like knievel, b*tch i’m rancid
there’s more to what i do and you can’t stand it
if i hit your b*tch, then she consented (yuh)
man you a b*tch, how you still don’t understand it? dammit (god, d*mn)

- jeesh lyrics

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