- Danny Brown Really Doe 歌詞
- Danny Brown
- [Verse 1: Danny Brown]
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin
Show me somethin I aint seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
Smoking on that mistletoe
Make her kiss all on it
While we chop chop on them 24s
She look like a centerfold
Mouth all on my genitals
Suckin on it like she gettin vitamins and minerals
I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles
Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules
Rolling up them vegetables
Rapping with that special flow
Only way youre next to blow if you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was coppin dubs to try and roll up 4
Now a nigga livin good
I done made it out the hood
Think Im goin back?
I wish a motherfucker would
Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
They say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well
For heaven's sake, Im the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
When youre getting money, nigga, every day is sunny
Ima act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
Second grade , took my mama weddin ring, took that bitch
To show-and-tell, now Im married to the game to no avail
Grounded me for like a month, now Im gettin high as fuck
Employer tryna write me up, but now Im a writer
With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I dont even want, the Fantas for us, the Hennys for the sluts (chyeah)
Givenchy bikers with the rev rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin good
But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would
Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe , like really doe
They say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya
Life to end in vain before the end is near
See I can hear you crying
Silence sittin in the dark
Holdin crosses cross your heart
Sin is such a work of art
Watch out for the love lost
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand
Things a nigga do for thousands
Made a million counting sheep
Gave it all to public housin
Taking off to Abu Dhabi
Beamin up the motor, Scotty
Talking to promoters, Scotty
Everybody know its Gotti
Murder one, youve heard of them
The rev undid, the all day madness
Got it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress
Big power, big stages
My zoo cannot fit the cages
This booth is not used to fakin
My crew just love confrontation
I chewed the face off the laces
I moved the weight from the waitress
I chef the pot that made poison
I cooked then kicked all the patients
My bitch is way beyond basic
Thats life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance
Ayy, look what were enduring
Ayy, ridin in foreigns
Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
But its the real watch and that bitch fire
Speed Racer waitin outside
The roof on it like a tank top
Countin money, watchin paint dry
When Im done is when the rain stops, uh
They say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
They say I got the city on fire
I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
Good, hood
I wish you motherfuckin would
Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown
I had to put my foot down
Its like Im popping a clutch
You hate papa but your jaw full of dust
You gon keep talkin or are we lockin it up?
And Im the type of nigga it aint never been an honor to judge
You a mouse that the falcon picked up
So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month
I was a liar as a kid so now Im honest as fuck
And I never pass my mama no blunt
And kept my hair straight
Listen deadweight never been a problem to dunk
Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we aint argue enough
I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff
I strike a birdie on em, while I hit your mouth with the club
I wake up early on em, gettin out the house is a must
Its like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin your dubs
Either that or you gon catch me on a mountain with monks
Loungin, ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts
Youve been the same motherfucker since 2001
Well its the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump
Im at your house like, 'Why you got your couch on my Chucks?'
Motherfucker
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