Doja Clik

Doja Clik - Dat Doesia Shit lyrics

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Bein' a g about the game
 Suckas playa hate cause Young Ren is catchin' fame
 Recognize I am the g that's on the rise
 Next thing you know is your dead body catchin' flies
 Hella dead with two big hot ones in the head
 No murder weapon cause the killa fled
 Murderer I am the killa on the loose
 Pencil sag my click is sucker proof (ugh)
 Eat a dick if you was jealous of my click
 Doja shit  got playa hatas on the dick
 Sucka free bitches be cool with me (fool)
 RIP to the g's that 6 feet deep
 2-0-9 is where I'm peelin' caps
 Whoride a motherfucker bro
 Doja Clik straight hustlas on the go (ugh)
 That doja shit that's on hit
 Comin' up in this game and gettin' much respect
 Hatas talk on the jock, now who's the one in check
 Dank and drank in my blood and every thangs alright
 Makin' snaps, doin' these raps, and mo sleep when I'm high
 Think aboiut the days I lived and how she came to be
 Old in change from them days cause now it's worse you see
 Stay up fool, it's all good, that's what I tell my folks
 Tryin' to survive, stay alive, hard times it ain't no joke
 In the city, ain't no pitty, for a fuck up slip
 2-0-7 all the time, on my toes I tip
 When I tweek, devil speak in the chime and deep
 Fightin' black gangsters tryin' to take me in my fuckin' sleep
 Now you might say I'm crazy
 But in my mind you'll find
 The type of life that's given, brought up livin' in this 2-0-9
 Makin' mail on the sale now I gotta ball
 Don't believe, ask your bitch, I know that trick'll tell
 Too many bustas on the dick now
 We used to be T up G
 But now you see is doja shit for l-i-f-e
 Triple x gangsters is a old thang
 We caught fang
 But now I'm straight up serious about he game
 Simple ain't playin', you gotta make a come up quick
 Antidote was the joint, light up the splif
 Let's go see Marc Chambers
 The motherfucking mac one, it's time to get smoke off a motherfucking
 fat one
 Go to Pat's Liqour and get a 6-4
 I wanna get (??) to the curb
 Straight up 2 dog
 To the fuckin' floor
 Until I want no more
 Hold me to the front door
 I want to get drunk till I cant stand no more
 And that's the doja shit that's on hit
 Everyday, Doja Clik forever takin' trips to the bay
 To show my tape, I can't come fake like a bitch
 Let it be known it's that doja shit that's on hit
 That doja shit is on hit
 Let it be known (huh)
 That doja shit is on hit (yeah)
 What's up to the motherfuckers that's down
 You know what I'm sayin'
 Antidote, Little Man, Mac Nasty, Mac motherfuckin' one, motherfuckin'
 you know
 Um shit, fuck it
 Fight it maybe is I fogot your motherfuckin' ass
 Oh yeah what's up to Wizard motherfuckin' One
 In the house (biatch
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