Top Songs By Doe Boy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Composer
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Lyrics
(Honorable C Note)
****, one day I'll walk down my block (Nose Ave.)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Ha, bow!)
Never been a lick, ****, this ain't that (****, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, ****, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Free bands)
**** faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)
**** in they feelings but I ain't got no heart (But I ain't got no heart)
**** never liked me, I don't want 'em to start (Fuck 'em)
Push Doe Beezy buttons, then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy)
We done shitbagged more **** than a grocery cart (Oh, really?)
**** taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames)
Bitch, I ain't a rapper, I'll jump off stage (No cap)
Dug his own grave, shouldn't have spoke on the gang (Gang, gang)
Y'all don't know who killed the ****, you just post on your page, hah (Oh, really?)
Ex-bitch mad 'cause the bitch can't keep me ('Cause the bitch can't keep me)
Married to my chopper, ho, the streets still need me (Grrr, bah)
Wanna live your life? You better not fuck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy)
You'll die young, ****, just like Eazy (Let's go)
**** with an attitude just like Dre (Rrr)
Choppers on deck, **** better not play (Ha, bow!)
We some wild young ****, we ain't fuckin' with lames (Gang, gang)
Bitch, we RBMG, the new NWA (On gang)
****, one day I'll walk down my block (Nose Ave.)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Ha, bow!)
Never been a lick, ****, this ain't that (****, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, ****, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Free bands)
**** faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)
Written by: Carlton Mays Jr., Cotrell Dennard, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson