Danny Brown

Danny Brown - Really Doe songtekst

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[Danny Brown]

You niggas don't even know

All that talk then no show

Cannot tell me nothin', show me somethin' I ain't seen before

Die high with my piccolo

Smoking on that mistletoe

Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's

She look like a centrefold

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 on my schedule

Rolling up them vegetables

Rapping with that special flow

Only way you're 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 shine light on my bitch

That was back when we was coppin' dope to try and roll a 4

Now a nigga livin' good

I done made it out the hood

Think I'm goin' back?

I wish a motherf**ker would



[Kendrick Lamar]

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe



[Ab-Soul]

Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell

When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny

I'ma 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 I'm married to the game to no avail

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as f**k

Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer

With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider

I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)

Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips

Balmain badmon, bathin' Ape on my dick

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition

Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good

But good could be better I wish a motherf**ker would



[Kendrick Lamar]

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe



[Kendrick Lamar]

Life is like an appetite of truth or dare, I double dare ya

Life can end in vain before the end is near

See I can hear you crying

Silence sittin' in the dark

Hold the crosses 'cross your heart

Sin is such a work of art

Watch out for the love lost

Met 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 it's Gotti

Murder one, you've heard of them

The Revenant, the all day madness

Got it off to 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 away from the waitress

I chef the pot that made poison

I cooked then tipped all the patients

My bitch is way beyond basic

That's, life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance

Aye, look what I ain't doin'

Aye, ridin' in foreigns

Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch

But it's 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 I'm done is when the rain stops, uh



[Kendrick Lamar]

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe



[Earl Sweatshirt]

Good, hood

I wish you motherf**kin' would

Listen, wish a motherf**ker would, Brown

I had to put my foot down

So I could pop in the clutch

Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust

You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?

And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge

You a mouse that the falcon picked up

So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as f**k

And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight

Listen, deadweight, never been a problem to duck

Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough

I keep it dirty as the spliffs 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

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, 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

You've been the same motherf**ker since 2001

Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump

I'm at your house like, "why you got your couch on my Chuck's"

Motherf**ker
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