Doe B

Kevin Gates - Amnesia ft. Doe B 03:33
Kevin Gates - Amnesia ft. Doe B 809 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Kevin Gates - Amnesia ft. Doe B (Video Klip 2014) Kevin Gates Amnesia Lyrics Şarkı Sözleri: [Hook: AnnotateDoe B] x2 Who the fuck that is? Who the fuck that is? Who the fuck that is? Who the fuck that is? I don't know that bitch, I don't know them either Kinda look familiar, I done caught amnesia [Verse 1: Doe B] I done fucked so many hoes I can't keep count no more Will somebody tell Hugh Hefner he ain't got shit on Doe? My neck on freeze, my wrist on glow I'm high as fuck, I'm sitting low Want your ho, come get your ho I got her walking pigeon toed America next top model? Right here in my condo? I don't even know her name I just asked her for a condom And she look like Rihanna Her ass is like humongous She say she love my convo cause I kick shit like a punter But I don't know her name And she don't know me either She just want the fame I just wanna ball no [?] Love me long time, love me, love me, long time The reason all my dates be blind dates cause this charm of mine [Hook] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Dear Lord could you please have mercy Rock hard, bitch on me twerkin' Bitch like you stupid jerkin' Look, I ain't grab your ass on purpose Don't remember nothing, guess I'm getting worse BMTP that's murder Bring me the pussy, you ain't ever heard her? Now we fucking in an old excursion Getting head while I drive excursion On the phone asking "Am I working?" He must want me to hurt him Instead of talking like its urgent Where you know me from, I'm lost Man you about to make me get off It was hard, but it started soft Fish scale, what the hell, that's raw Hold shots, come get broke off Two paws, oh God, that's the law Shots fired, man down, what happened? Envelope, beep phone, I stabbed him Two shooters, you dummy, I'm coming, get the money Got a bank roll in this bitch Amnesia, I have that shit Ask anything, I forget, quick [Hook]
Hustle Gang - Kemosabe 04:49
Hustle Gang - Kemosabe 1.003 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Hustle Gang - Kemosabe (T.I. ft. Doe B, Birdman, Young Dro, B.o.B) (Yeni Klip 2013) Lyrics - Şarkı Sözleri: Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa (Verse: Doe B) I blow the check in Follies I coulda bought a 'Rari Pull up in the big body Valet had to double park it I’m covered in Versace I’m Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton Flexin' through the projects Them bitches think I’m 'luminati My nigga say fuck a Bugatti Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion (Bridge: Doe B) Top off on a foreign Ballin' like Amar'e 2 bitches and they barbies 1 on lean and 1 on mollies (Hook: Doe B) 50 hoes in the lobby Chain gold and it’s Versace I’m like woa Kemosabe Big ballin' is my hobby (Verse: Dro) Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring Pass me the ball I'm scorin' Fuck yo bitch she horny Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird, 3 plus 3, that's 6 birds 24 cups, 21 that’s 4-5 That's what I keep on my side If a nigga tryna run up in my house I’mma blow his ass back outside And even if the fuck nigga look wrong I'mma knock the pussy nigga cock eye Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out This verse so hot I'm finna hop out Ain’t ball, man I'm finna go beast mode Dominating here, getting knocked out I’mma stop now slow it up Rolled on on my 30’s Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies That ho be lookin' dusty I bet her pussy musty (Hook: Doe B) (Verse: B.o.B) Got em poppin with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys Ballin’s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri Young god is the prophet, young playas stackin profit I made a quarter million and I never went to college Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydrofonics Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake I’m all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips And this life is all that I know Ain’t after that, I didn’t miss it And we go hard, these niggas lip but them ventriloquists whisper From band hitters on 6, niggas would kill to get rich And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich nigga (Bridge: Doe B) Top off on a foreign Ballin like Amar'e 2 bitches and they barbies 1 on lean and 1 on mollies (Hook: Doe B) (Verse: T.I) I got foreign whips in my garage Top down in that SB I got plane gas and I see yall And I match a clique in my ashy And Hustle Gang we about that action And all them other pussy niggas just actin And yo gang play, cocaine pay For everything I got like 30K I’m still a drug dealer, how you love that? Love a real nigga, den you love me! We’re out there in the spot, where they selling drugs at I’mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3 50 corners and Ferrari Californias Fuckin with a bitch, you California Smokin shit, you did fo California Bitch get wrong she gon get left in California
Doe B feat. Rich Homie Quan - 2 Many 04:11
Doe B feat. Rich Homie Quan - 2 Many 175 izlenme - 2 yıl önce Doe B feat. Rich Homie Quan - 2 Many (Video Klip 2013) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Hook:] I got too many hoes, I got too many foes Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones I got too many shows, I'm always on the road I got on too much ice, that's why hustle cold I got too many problems, man I don't let it stop me Ain't worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many auctions And money's not a issue, ain't never too much money [Verse 1:] No ain't money but too much paper Ain't never too much paper The white man my best friend, ain't never call me racist Never too many haters, I need my motivation Ain't never too much swag on me, never too much flavor I got on too much ice, that's probably why they hate me My chain fo your life, this for you so called takers I'll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaky These niggas all clones dog, too many niggas fakin' And all these niggas basic, I'm extraordinary No problems, got no laces My watch in trunk canary And I'm a living legend, real talk I shoulda been buried And I've been through it all dog Them streets stay on the realest [Hook] [Verse 2:] Ridin' round with them shooters Rich niggas smoke Cuban Fake nigga talk about it Real nigga go through it We goin shoot this movie I got a starting role, so you know me I turnt up in Alabama It's Rich Homie and Doe B We fuck fiends, turn around Buckin on the city police I'm ballin cause brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga Hell nah, bitch I don't know Should've learned yo lesson, man you been connected Yea baby, call them phone people And I've been shit like through I'm swaggin' for you Baby so on the road, get Os Getting uh like I'm coming home too And I ain't playin shorty Cause I do this on the regular For a friend time, full schedule [Hook]
Doe B Ft. T.ı. - Homicide 03:59
Doe B Ft. T.ı. - Homicide 69 izlenme - 2 yıl önce Doe B feat. T.I. - Homicide From the album, "D.O.A.T. 3 (Definition of a Trapper) [Deluxe Edition]..