Doughboyz Cashout - Don't Exist lyrics

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Doughboyz Cashout - Don't Exist lyrics

(Intro) Well, the way you dress, n***a, You ain't got to worry about those cats. You'll be invisible up in the club (chuckles) (Verse) I be on some other sh**, you be on that lame s**a sh** That hating a** motherf**er sh**, you at your cousin sh** How you bys always on your ground? When in the mornin' I'm the first thought on your mind?! Got a king Benz, moffa, all you do is selling the dimes All you tellin' is lies, I see in between lines I can see in your eyes you a phoney Flexin' with a tiny a** chain and a bullsh** Rover My competition left the n***as sitting on mills Not recline without tryn, I been k**in' Had j**els and cars, n***a, I'm drug dealin' sponsored links You boys looked stressed, see me, I'm just chilling You lames I ain't feeling, mystery in your history Year after year, what else, n***a, where yo' victory? Finally got your first watch and now you talking sh**, n***a n***a, please, to me your puppy a** don't exist (Hook) Boy, you want me to see that new watch you got You want me to see the new car you've got You want me to know you always on some block You want me to know about the holes you pop Money don't cover up being a lame You pro'ly fool enough, but not us, man Er'body know you n***as lame as sh** We don't see you lame n***as, y'all don't even exist (Verse) I can see you like you transparent Bet you get in that room, bet you get to f**ing tellin' (Snitch!) Avce boggie, no Ricco, In the club with my n***as popping boorico Arrr, she a freak, bro Bu you down in Amn Morris with a freak hoe Freak hoe, what you wanna k** me for? Cause I'm old T.V., gotta feed my folks You broke and you know it

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