DOJA

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Damn, son, where'd you find this?

Chief Sosa, I smoke Doja

I'm in the rolls with your bitch bent over

In the rover with the soldiers

And we got the fucking poles, move over

Got the toaster in the holster

I got angels hovering over my shoulders

Twin glicks, ****, I call 'em Olsons

I'm so drippy, ****, I'ma need a costume

Hop off the jet and get straight to the bag

Fuck you, lil' ****, we been getting that

We hit the club and we head to the back

Behind me, lil' bro got a stick in his back

Ricky ran off and got hit in the back

Pull off on that hoe and put dick in the back