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Daboii – When I Hear Some Shit Lyrics


[Intro]
I ain’t gon’ lie, this muf*cka classic right here. I ain’t even gon’ lie to you, I ain’t gon’ lie, when I hear the music man that shit, that shit slap, that shit give me the chills, you feel me? I know y’all know that muf*ckin’ feeling you feel me. Muf*ckas spitting that real, you feel me? Or a muf*cka gassing, you feel me? Muf*cka get goosebumps, you feel me? That’s how I be feeling, you feel me? When I hear something, you feel me? That’s something serious. This shit right here, this shit something serious. Nigga pay attention nigga, on the gang

[Verse]
And what you bitch niggas saying?
I’ll slide down and leave a bitch nigga nameless
Oh, or leave a bitch nigga famous
A hundrеd something shots a make a nigga hit the matrix
A hundrеd something shots a make a nigga count his blessings
OT with the, now I’m up like I’m restless
She like, “You just wanna get your nut.” Bitch you guessed it
Well shit, let’s get straight to the point since you said it
Uh, ol’ smart ass bitch
Catch me a opp then his car getting flipped
Nigga, who you startling with?
Shout out SOB they are part of the clique on the gang
Watch how I pick this shit up nigga, right where I left off
Nigga on the gang nigga, I ain’t never left
Nigga watch this
Bitch it’s DaBoii, I’m the heart of the clique
Still in the streets though I’m scarfing and shit
Boy your ray fake and I’m stars in the city
Nigga you a ho, not far from a bitch
When I hear the music, I get my groove on
They been waiting for me to drop, it’s been too long
I like my Glocks all black never two toned
I been shitting on you niggas get my poop on
Turn the roof on, I meant take it down
Put a, on a, it won’t make a sound
Put me, in a, I won’t make a sound
And I ain’t talkin’ sirloin what we stacking now
I ain’t talking ’bout a plan when we plot nigga
Like bruh was too heavy, drop the nigga
Coulda got the nigga gone he had gonner wit’ ’em
Yeah it’s tints on the buffs but I’m watching niggas

Nigga you ain’t getting high, that’s a Black & Mild
Nigga shout out to the real ’cause we back in style
My white boy pale as shit, still be blacking out
If you wanna make me proud, bring me back a thou’
Wanna have me satisfied? Bring me back ten
And If I don’t got that strap, f*ck it, back hand
Shook my ex in the club hmm back spin
Bitch don’t pull off yet, King ain’t strapped in
I ain’t coming to the club ain’t no straps in
I thought you cared about your life? Why you lack then?
Point this bitch at your foot, nigga tap dance
Get on the beat and I eat like a fat man
Or get on when I eat like I’m Pac-Man
Nigga strictly only brothers, I don’t have friends
Wanna come to the V? Nigga tap in
All my niggas stand in tar like we sacked Sims
And you can turn this bitch off bitch I’m still going
Tucked a, in my drawls, bitch it’s still showing
I ain’t smoked since last night bitch I’m still loaded
All I do is pop a Perc, now I feel focused
What the f*ck is a goat? Bitch I eat them
And if that shit was on the floor you would sleep in
I’ll put the strap down, we can be men
But you still a whole bitch, let that sink in
When I lost Shied, made my heart bleed
Make him come up out his chain and his car keys
This ain’t no mothaf*ckin zan this a RP
Still be f*cking with them Crips ah, RP
Boy your Benz a ’05, you is not stunting
Nigga I’ll double back, I forgot something
I got love for the streets, learned a lot from it
Nigga even til’ this day on the block thugging
Nigga I can never slip, on the block clutching
Ain’t no sign on this here, still a stop something
How y’all niggas want smoke but y’all not puffing
From the front to the back they like stop cutting
Yeah, bitch I’m back on
Nigga shout out to the Glock, that’s my backbone
Bitch I’m way too turnt to make a sad song
Why the f*ck you in the field if your strap home?
Bitch


Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics


[Intro]
Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

[Verse 1]
It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
These niggas really want me dead
I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I’m hungry

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Verse 2]
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude]
Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am

[Refrain]
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
I’m OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
(I am the bees knees)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
That’s real
My fault, I’m high
A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
“Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
(A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees




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