Doe Boy, Lola Brooke - DUMB lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
[Doe Boy, Lola Brooke - DUMB lyrics]
Oh, oh, oh, oh d-O-E Beezy
Hey, baby oh, really?
Ready or not, here I come
(Here I come, here I come)
This two-piece on Nyquil, so please
Don't get slumped (Da da, da, da)
My nigga fuck me 'til I'm numb (Mwah)
Fuck me 'til I— Uh
And every bitch want smoke, save your lungs
With my niggas, ain't gon' feel me
Love 'em all sincerely
Baddest bitch up in NYC, clearly
None of these niggas never been near me
Somehow they bitch gon' fear mе
I know I be in the wrong
But a bitch still won't spare mе
Hmm, ayo, Doe Boy (What's up?)
Do you know, boy? (Oh, really?)
Ayo, Lola
I just slumped boy by his Rolls-Royce
Two-thousand dollar Prada shoes, step
On broke boys, uh huh dick all in your BM
Throat, she gettin' choked, boy
(Mwah, come here, baby)
I'm in Brooklyn with the gangsters
Know I'm safe (Haha ha)
I be with the Shmurdas, NYPD know my face
Drop a nigga faster than my
Lawyer drop a case you love me
Tell me where he stay so I can spin
It like the combo on my safe
Posted in the slums with my gun bad as fuck
Lick her up 'til she cum on my tongue
Every nigga 'round me got a
Gun where I'm from (Gang, gang, gang)
I don't go for nothin', thought
I was goin' for somethin', are you dumb?
(Fool)
How you bitches fuckin' local
Niggas to go worldwide? (Are you dumb?)
I got hitters watchin' over me
Like they my third eye (They my Uh)
Butter pecan, pearl white, niggas terrified
(Mwah, mwah, mwah) blood boiling
So this glizzy gettin' sterilized
And I got that heat to make
Your temperature go scuba dive
(I like that, uh)
Don't go against the mob
You better off committin' suicide
Ridin' through NY, in Bed-Stuy, out here
It's do or die pussy here, pussy there
Can't make my mind up who to try
Dumped the heat so much
I fucked around and got the cooler hot
Bitch said it was smoke and seen him, damn
Why you ain't shoot the guy?
Transportin' drugs
Lil' broskI got his Uber hot
Make me mad, I spank that ass
I do it like I do the opps
(Mwah, come here, baby)
Niggas do not spin blocks
Niggas gettin' blocked off (Blocked off)
Bitches be the new fiends
Gettin' niggas' rocks off (Uh)
I don't give a fuck about the
Govy and they top laws (I don't)
Niggas cannot get back
We already dropped y'alls
My nigga act so freaky, I get in
I just drop drawers (Hey, baby)
He ask me who pussy that it is and I said
"Not yours" (I'm sorry)
I don't give no fucks about whose seat
We don't do lapdogs
(I don't, I don't, I don't)
Tell my nigga go pop y'alls (Oh, really?)
I got you buh buh-buh-buh-buh (uh huh)
Buh buh-buh-buh-buh (uh huh)
Buh buh-buh-buh-buh, yeah
'Cause, I'ma throw my shit
Don't even worry about it
Fuck up out of here, oh, really?