Dance in the mirror I'm whining
Calling my phone I decline it (yea)
You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it
Only pop out if I'm paid, smoking a joint no debate
Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay
I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "F*ck 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 (yea)
Bhubba that's a mood now (yea)
Doechii on a move now (yea)
Top of the view how it look down there I swear (God damn)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a 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
This time you can't pull up it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
(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
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 go too far
You gon' trip but I love the trip
Invite you way too much
You gon' flip if I scam again
Not gon take that loss
F*ck is a line to all of my friends we always get in
We under the age 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 f*ck 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
Casted a spell for this gleam channeled my Goddess I planted my seed yea
I'm that "A" f*ck 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 (yea)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
11/11 that one and that seven the city take another bitty bitty by the day we in heaven
My finger itching for that
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
Yea we famous together you ain't checking on me
I can tell you desperate and jealous nigga f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 yea
Doechii - Girls Lyrics
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Dance in the mirror I'm whining
Calling my phone I decline it (yea)
You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it
Only pop out if I'm paid, smoking a joint no debate
Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay
I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "F*ck 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 (yea)
Bhubba that's a mood now (yea)
Doechii on a move now (yea)
Top of the view how it look down there I swear (God damn)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a 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
This time you can't pull up it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
(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
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 go too far
You gon' trip but I love the trip
Invite you way too much
You gon' flip if I scam again
Not gon take that loss
F*ck is a line to all of my friends we always get in
We under the age 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 f*ck 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
Casted a spell for this gleam channeled my Goddess I planted my seed yea
I'm that "A" f*ck 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 (yea)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
11/11 that one and that seven the city take another bitty bitty by the day we in heaven
My finger itching for that
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
Yea we famous together you ain't checking on me
I can tell you desperate and jealous nigga f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 yea
Calling my phone I decline it (yea)
You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it
Only pop out if I'm paid, smoking a joint no debate
Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay
I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "F*ck 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 (yea)
Bhubba that's a mood now (yea)
Doechii on a move now (yea)
Top of the view how it look down there I swear (God damn)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a 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
This time you can't pull up it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
(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
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 go too far
You gon' trip but I love the trip
Invite you way too much
You gon' flip if I scam again
Not gon take that loss
F*ck is a line to all of my friends we always get in
We under the age 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 f*ck 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
Casted a spell for this gleam channeled my Goddess I planted my seed yea
I'm that "A" f*ck 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 (yea)
I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but 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 (aye)
You ain't got a vibe to lose
11/11 that one and that seven the city take another bitty bitty by the day we in heaven
My finger itching for that
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
Yea we famous together you ain't checking on me
I can tell you desperate and jealous nigga f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 yea
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Wayne Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid