[Intro]
Yeah
Already know I had to fuck with that sample, brrr-ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Dance in the mirror, I'm whining
Calling my phone, I decline it
You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it
Yeah
Already know I had to fuck with that sample, brrr-ah
[Verse 1]
Dance in the mirror, I'm whining
Calling my phone, I decline it
You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Only pop out if I'm paid, yeah
Smoking a joint no debate, yeah
Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay
I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "Fuck school" to get them blues
Plenty to lose, I got nothing to prove
Bitch you fell off when I told you the truth (God damn)
New attitude now, yeah
Bhubba that's a mood now, yeah
Doechii on a move now, yeah
Top of the view, how it look down there, I swear (God damn)
[Chorus]
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me)
This time you can't pull up, it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy
You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me)
This time you can't pull up, it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy
You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose)
[Verse 2]
(Wink Wink) On my solo, dolo, rendezvous
(Beaming) Taking nudes, none of them for you
Body like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge
Working way too hard, broke my heart but I brushed that off, yeah
Maybe I'm just too soft (Maybe I'm just too soft), maybe I'm just too raw
Baby, that's just my law
Don't wanna wear no bra (Don't wanna wear no bra), don't wanna go too far (Or go too far)
You gon' flip but I love the trip, invite you way too much
You gon' flip if I scam again, not gon' take that loss, yeah
Yeah, fuck is a line (Fuck) to all of my friends (Fuck), we always get in (Fuck)
We under the age (Fuck) but they buying us Gin
I'm sad and depressed, don't see none of these men
I want they coke and they Hen, I got a joint in my hand
He got a blunt to his lip, ew
Anxious as fuck I can't sit still
All out of luck if my drink spill
Only throw up when I'm bottling up, I got hidden emotions
I take a deep hit then I put it in motion, I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion
It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy
It's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent
You doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme
She wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean
Castin' a spell for this gleam
Channeled my Goddess, I planted my seed
Yeah, I'm that "A" fuck a plan "B"
Like what he see, bet he slanging that "D"
I make him, I make 'em breathe
Open that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets
He's gonna sow what he reaps, give what he keeps (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me)
This time you can't pull up, it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy
You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose)
[Interlude]
Yeah, you know what it is, man
Don't let no one take your aura, don't let no one take your energy
You feel me young Doechii?
Go get 'em, man
Hurry up
[Verse 3]
Alive at eleven, I want it at seven
The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven
My finger itching for that uh like a boy and a reverend
I'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it
Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?
Tampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather
Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me
I can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga, fuck is you selling?
Krankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons
If you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons
If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant
Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it
I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk
Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked
Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop
When I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top
Sorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock
He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock
Living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks
Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped
Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace
Bounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race
When I bring my loud, they be thinking that it's laced
Bitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place
Do this shit for fun and you doing it for fame
You a fake, you a fraud, you a flim
Doechii lil' slim
Cut the beat up, one take, one trim
Nigga, you're a them, what?
Launching my brand, I just started a what?
Saved up my bands, I just bought a new what?
Open my chakras, I opened my what?
Staff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh?
Nigga biting to the bone, huh?
Boy you teething, suck your thumb, what?
Making money from my phone, huh?
Doechii finally in her zone, yeah
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