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Who Is DB lyrics

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Im the young nigga that fuck on
yo bitch and she left cause that crazy ho thought I cuff her
Im the same nigga that snuck out the house to go chill with my homies and shoot with the russian
Hate when niggas front and act like they bussin
Got yo girl in the back seat and she bussin
Counting that money the shit got me blushin my circle so small cause them niggas can't trust em
I swear to God all I trust is the guap
Haters under walking tall like the rock
Open her legs but I just want the top got her head spending round like she drunk off Ciroc
First off R I P to Biggie and Pac
Destination take the S off of STOP
I'm going straight in fuck the rubber i'm raw
Gave me the brain so I fucked up her thoughts
I can't help but blow a check when I get it
Whippin Benz's bank account got extensions
Studio need yellow tape when I'm in it I ball like Penny got them niggas offended
I can't help but blow a check when I get it
Whippin Benz's bank account got extensions
Studio need yellow tape when I'm in it I ball like Penny got them niggas offended
Got 200 onna dash fuck a ticket
Foreign broad with me she fuck like she miss me
Last nigga lame she told em keep it distant
Real nigga with me so aint no shy glizzy
That nigga claim he want beef I'm too busy
Money keep calling I gotta go get it
Plenty ice on diamonds dripping like liquid I use to sip lean til it fucked up my kidneys
Counting that paper garage 40 acres
Niggas change on you like tip did in takers
Shout Big Duncan
Shout to Taylor my niggas go gnarly kill shit terminator
I'm a trendsetter your bitch I go get her her panties get wetter flow hot as the devil DB on my bezzal
Mane I'm the best ever they try to compete but they not on my level
Yeah mane
You know what's going on
DB in this thang mane
The Cove on mane you know what's going on
This Street Dreams right here I'm taking over
M town hold it down mane straight boss shit no loss shit
Blind to the bull
Aye might of fact aye Will I'm finna go back in on em fuck it
Tuh
I got a bad bad bad broad
She stay on that freaky shit
I got them bandz bandz bandz ho
Nah no talking no marching bitch
Schooling them niggas no scholarships
I might just fuck me a model chick
Thin waste she don't eat none but broccoli
Crunch time we eating no calories
Pulled up in the driveway two hours ago
Still wonder when I'm coming shit
If money could talk
It would speak another language broke niggas couldn't comprehend
I'm bout that guap nigga fuck a friend
That nigga got juice but I scratch the gin
That nigga go live and she bring a friend
I step on the scene here we go again
Awe man here we go again
God damn here we go again
They copy my flows like I set a trend
I stand in they neck to the very end
God damn she a 10
In the back of the Benz
She gon bust it for a real nigga
I fed her my kids I'm a father figure
Just met fucked her like I missed her
Kicked her out when she asked to kiss her
On her lips like some winter blizzard
Heart cold like an Arctic blizzard
Yeen down who you rollin with
901 is what I'm reppin shit
The youngest in it what I represent
The Cove blowing up hottest summer bitch
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Daniel Boga
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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