Do Re Mi (feat. G Herbo)

Juice WRLD

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    Cannon
    Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

    Don't come around here, only real niggas allowed
    We’ll kill you, one in the head, talkin' that shit then we gon' gun ya’ down
    I got a gun with a leg, nah, just a long ass clip
    I get some super head, yeah, from a bad ass bitch

    And I pop out with 2,000 on my hip
    Her mans bucked with a 600 dollar glick
    And I used to be starvin' on the strip
    Now I get 200 cash that's one deposit go to Phipps
    Remember I used to rock Robins everywhere
    Now it's Mike Amiri I got a closet full of pairs
    Used to live in the hood I thought it was monsters under the stairs
    Now all the backyards got swimming pools like Wisconsin Dells
    And my mama crib big as fuck like the mausoleum
    He disrespect my name, fuck it
    I guess I'm gon' have to beat him
    Her pussy smell like water, fuck it
    I guess I'm gon' have to eat it
    Lately I’ve been gettin’ buckets
    I guess that's the Kobe in me
    Lately I’ve been Uncle Ruckus, I don't really fuck with niggas
    Uh, stars in the roof you can look in my car
    Put the hoes in the back had to pimp my ride
    Four to the face, I lean and drive
    Why you over here if you ain't from this side?
    Making money by my lonely
    That's my one and only

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    Don’t make me get the strap out out out
    Do-re-mi my gun gon' sing like
    Don't make me pull the strap out
    I'ma leave you dead, man down

    'Fore I hopped up on the plane I was smellin' like a pound
    I'm still prolly the richest motherfucker in here hands down
    Yo' bitch kept on tryna give me brain, I couldn't even get my pants down
    Got a whole bunch of pills, pass 'em out in that state she was talkin' bout mans down
    Remember lil' bro used to blow the trans out, my car from France now
    Two-three hundred my jewelry box I blow your vans now
    Used to hit a lick for profit, put my friends down
    Forced to sleep I was fightin' demons had to put the Xans down
    I done came up, these niggas mad now
    Now every show I do, nigga, I sell out
    But I'ma always remain the same, nah, I can't sell out
    My brodies will do a hit for me, they'll drop your ass and bail out
    And if they get locked up, yeah, I'm gon' make sure that they bail out (uh)
    I'ma hold my bros down, that just how it go down
    Bankroll, bankroll, money don't fold
    Uh, it keep growin', it keep growin'
    Balenci', bitch I got plenty
    Gone off the Perky mixed with the Henny (uh)
    I don't really drink no Rémy but I'm so high that I'm out your vicinity
    You catch a shot to the head like you Kennedy
    Clinton Duff money Hillary
    Ain't enough money, you kiddin' me
    I really think all this money is killin' me

    Don't come around here, only real niggas allowed
    We'll kill you, one in the head, talkin' that shit then we gon' gun ya' down
    I got a gun with a leg, nah, just a long ass clip
    I get some super head, yeah, from a bad ass bitch
    Don't make me get the strap out out out
    Do-re-mi my gun gon' sing like
    Don't make me pull the strap out
    I'ma leave you dead, man down

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