Doey Rock - Wild lyrics
rate me…coolies Dalai Lamas in Colorado
Vodka lime with Peruvian dime shots of the whole bottle
Gold gloves on a model and dumb ones on the throttle
Arrivederci to the dirty and all my yellow ones may holla
Non-fiction, only move for a couple thousand and taller
Get aroused when I call her, I put that Gucci in a coffin
I see it all in 3 D, peace to young birds with a sponsor
…let her give me that quicker
We eat cookies and crush grapes so I levitate when I’m in her
Lag niggas diving in women…direct from the sun
Over time out of town to cop kicks for my son
Gold plates, show improved that I’m the one
Got a laughing, I’mma smash it and I’m back on the run
It goes women over bitches
Real over fake
Man, my homies had a vision to spot a snitch, a snake
And the baby’s gotta eat so we out here chasing stakes
God, protect me from myself and all my sins and my mistakes
Good health over money, I ain’t mad at new money
What I wouldn’t do right now for duffle bags of new money
I promise we gonna get it right and Lord, promise me that I won’t lose
Not tonight, Lord, not tonight, no, not tonight
And promise me that I won’t lose, not tonight, not tonight
At least not tonight, it’s going too good right now
And hell yeah, you are rocking with the drum master, spitting
She only rock cocoa butter and black pumps when I’m in it
…all I got was some strong strokes and them felonious intentions
Wonderful with words, feeling myself like the greats do
Intelligent fellow but at home, when I hang with the H2
Obama raising taxes, my price going up also
‘Cause I’ve seen too many hit the top quick and fall slow
We speeding, we speeding like ain’t no virtue and no patience
You goddamn right we stayed in military formations
Blowing Filipino beauty legs up out of formation
Them ice cream chicks, I ate them, them flavors I tasted
They coming back stags like it’s a rap nigga’s Christmas
Duck sicken lips, Brazilian asses and legs this endless
I flip the light switch and lose my lenses
Passionate, wanna attract victory laps, now winning my only interest
It goes women over bitches
Real over fake
Man, my homies had a vision to spot a snitch, a snake
And the baby’s gotta eat so we out here chasing stakes
God, protect me from myself and all my sins and my mistakes
Good health over money, I ain’t mad at new money
What I wouldn’t do right now for duffle bags of new money
I promise we gonna get it right and Lord, promise me that I won’t lose
Not tonight
It’s French vanilla chicks, pineapple daiquiris
Equestrian thighs, Indian hair, eyes Japanese
Cambridge brains, Princeton pimping
Let’s pull a made off and disappear from existence
Running my fingers through your hair before I pull it
Arching your back, the way you throw it back, it’s foolish
You the one, baby, you the motherfucking one
It goes women over bitches
Real over fake
Man, my homies had a vision to spot a snitch, a snake
And the baby’s gotta eat so we out here chasing stakes
God, protect me from myself and all my sins and my mistakes
Good health over money, I ain’t mad at new money
What I wouldn’t do right now for duffle bags of new money
I promise we gonna get it right and Lord, promise me that I won’t lose
Not tonight
It goes women over bitches
Real over fake
Man, my homies had a vision to spot a snitch, a snake
And the baby’s gotta eat so we out here chasing stakes
God, protect me from myself and all my sins and my mistakes
Good health over money, I ain’t mad at new money
What I wouldn’t do right now for duffle bags of new money
I promise we gonna get it right and Lord, promise me that I won’t lose
Not tonight
