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Dougie B – Forever On That Lyrics

They be like, “Dougie keep rapping, you done all the clapping, get money you gotta be patient”
I be like fuck all the chatting you know we not acting
Give a fuck about a deal we on gang shit
The way the shawty, she shake it, she quick
And off of Henny and drinking ain’t no time to be wasted
Pretty boy, swaggy oota could never be basic
Money my time yeah I chase it
And If I don’t got it I need it, I get it I take it
AKA Sleezy I’m sanctioned
And If I don’t got it I need it, I get it I take it
AKA Sleezy I’m sanctioned
Ain’t no fucking wit’ me wit’ the tweak, nah
Fucking wit’ me you get tweaky to geek
I spinned his shit, it’s a calling to me
So slid wit’ the beat like a quarter wit’ me
And I stay wit’ Nina she ready to
Movelook all you gon’ hear is the “shhh”

Geek on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it
Tweak on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it up (enough)
DOA ain’t no fuckin’ wit’ us
You dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (It’s up)
We don’t got the gun you get jumped
He’s a fiend, we leaving him slumped
Geek on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it
Tweak on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it up (enough)
DOA ain’t no fuckin’ wit’ us
You dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (It’s up)
We don’t got the gun he get jumped
He’s a fiend, we leaving him slumped
(Y’all n***** not fucking wit’ the kid, oh this another thing, y’all bitches be losing me)

Oh she jacking the opps?
So I see her, I beat her like pops
Cause y’all bitches is losing the kid
Big cup, sip water like triss
Big bucks doubled up blues on me, like Crip
And these n***** be comedy
Catch ’em we lay ’em, bang it (blood)
Stomp a n**** dazing, he anxious
Brodie he got it I pay him
Dougie and Dougz, that’s two different faces
Still show the love when I see the fake shit
Once ain’t no tellin’ bitch Ima face it
Ten toes EBK like Melly
DOA 300 bitch ain’t no changin’

Geek on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it
Tweak on the beat yeah I’m fuckin’ it up (enough)
DOA ain’t no fuckin’ wit’ us
You dissin’ and don’t got no funds? (It’s up)
We don’t got the gun he get jumped
He’s a fiend, we leaving him slumped

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