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Doe Boy - Get In Dere Lyrics



Doe Boy - Get In Dere Lyrics
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[ Featuring Southside, 42 Dugg, Babyface Ray ]

Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (uh)
All these pills I pop, what the f*ck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like "Doe a bitch", but he got them racks though (hahahaha)
All that sneak dissin' (that's what f*ck niggas get slapped for)
Used to slide in minivans now it's Bentley coupes (skrrt)
Never had shit, now these bitches choosin' 'cause I got some Jimmy Choo (mwah)
Boy you better not start with my gang, they gon' finish you (gang, gang)
Just had a talk with God, told him forgive me what I spin on dude (boom, boom)
Perkys got me tweakin', nigga, I ain't in the mood (tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (oh really?)
Slap a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude (uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (boom, boom)
Had him and Lex slide on a rapper, knocked him out his Louis shoes
If y'all pull up a hundred deep, then you gon' leave with zero goons (yeah)
You ain't never stuck the plug, you probably bust 'bout zero moves
Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin' them big 50s
Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me (skrrt)
I'm shootin' when you see me, you best-uh believe me (boom, boom)
It's hard to love a bitch, but just killin', that shit easy (fool)
Youngin' with an attitude, shot by twelve, it's easy
Streets was screamin' free me, pussies hope they keep me (pussy)
Dig your partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit (ha)
From East Cleveland but I got some killers in Zone 6 (Freebandz gang)
Move these niggas out the way (yeah), all these pussy niggas fake (yeah)
Almost gave up on the bait, but I just got a pack from Drake (that's crazy)
Better watch the way you talk 'fore I start blastin' in your face (brrt)
Ain't with the shits boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (fool)
Run up in your home, if I want it, then it's gone (let's go)
Don't wrestle, up the Glock, I'm not the Rock, these diamonds stone cold
I just f*ck 'em, I don't cuddle, I ain't layin' with no ho
Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (like my bitch, yeah)

Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Huh, get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (boom, boom)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never back down, nah, I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in that minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there nigga

Sit in there, bitch, I been in there
Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
Glizzy in the backpack, paunch that F&N in there
Bitch, quit playin', I'm really movin' them stamps
I never tried to be them, might fall in the Lord though
Hoodie smellin' like weed, hands smellin' like dope
Don't shoot me, another bean, ain't heard back from bro
They know me well in them stores
Not fives, nigga, we foes
But yeah, you get the picture
I f*ck her, I never kiss her
I know her, I never mention her
Our secret link up at Sixty
Bitch, how you know I get busy?
The same reason you yell
I'm still duckin', free Tez
I'm still duckin' (free them boys)

Get in there, Fendi winter gear, you ain't got this (yeah, yeah)
Hit the yams, your bitch and in a Don, they both topless (yeah, yeah)
Doe Beezy, that's my nigga, I'm tied in with the Freebandz gang, yeah (Freebandz)
Boys'll hit your block then slide back through, niggas better be playin' dead (ooh-ooh)
Your bitch, she got super, super head, that's what my man said (super head)
Don't nothin' beat the cross but double-cross, both on my pants leg
Let you know that I ain't right, all these racks'll keep her faithful
We was trappin' with off-white, I got Off-Whites on my laces, yeah (no cap)

Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Huh, get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (fool)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never back down, nah, I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in that minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there nigga (oh really? Uh)

Get in there, get in there
Get in there, get in there
Let's go
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Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (uh)
All these pills I pop, what the f*ck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like "Doe a bitch", but he got them racks though (hahahaha)
All that sneak dissin' (that's what f*ck niggas get slapped for)
Used to slide in minivans now it's Bentley coupes (skrrt)
Never had shit, now these bitches choosin' 'cause I got some Jimmy Choo (mwah)
Boy you better not start with my gang, they gon' finish you (gang, gang)
Just had a talk with God, told him forgive me what I spin on dude (boom, boom)
Perkys got me tweakin', nigga, I ain't in the mood (tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (oh really?)
Slap a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude (uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (boom, boom)
Had him and Lex slide on a rapper, knocked him out his Louis shoes
If y'all pull up a hundred deep, then you gon' leave with zero goons (yeah)
You ain't never stuck the plug, you probably bust 'bout zero moves
Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin' them big 50s
Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me (skrrt)
I'm shootin' when you see me, you best-uh believe me (boom, boom)
It's hard to love a bitch, but just killin', that shit easy (fool)
Youngin' with an attitude, shot by twelve, it's easy
Streets was screamin' free me, pussies hope they keep me (pussy)
Dig your partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit (ha)
From East Cleveland but I got some killers in Zone 6 (Freebandz gang)
Move these niggas out the way (yeah), all these pussy niggas fake (yeah)
Almost gave up on the bait, but I just got a pack from Drake (that's crazy)
Better watch the way you talk 'fore I start blastin' in your face (brrt)
Ain't with the shits boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (fool)
Run up in your home, if I want it, then it's gone (let's go)
Don't wrestle, up the Glock, I'm not the Rock, these diamonds stone cold
I just f*ck 'em, I don't cuddle, I ain't layin' with no ho
Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (like my bitch, yeah)

Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Huh, get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (boom, boom)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never back down, nah, I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in that minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there nigga

Sit in there, bitch, I been in there
Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
Glizzy in the backpack, paunch that F&N in there
Bitch, quit playin', I'm really movin' them stamps
I never tried to be them, might fall in the Lord though
Hoodie smellin' like weed, hands smellin' like dope
Don't shoot me, another bean, ain't heard back from bro
They know me well in them stores
Not fives, nigga, we foes
But yeah, you get the picture
I f*ck her, I never kiss her
I know her, I never mention her
Our secret link up at Sixty
Bitch, how you know I get busy?
The same reason you yell
I'm still duckin', free Tez
I'm still duckin' (free them boys)

Get in there, Fendi winter gear, you ain't got this (yeah, yeah)
Hit the yams, your bitch and in a Don, they both topless (yeah, yeah)
Doe Beezy, that's my nigga, I'm tied in with the Freebandz gang, yeah (Freebandz)
Boys'll hit your block then slide back through, niggas better be playin' dead (ooh-ooh)
Your bitch, she got super, super head, that's what my man said (super head)
Don't nothin' beat the cross but double-cross, both on my pants leg
Let you know that I ain't right, all these racks'll keep her faithful
We was trappin' with off-white, I got Off-Whites on my laces, yeah (no cap)

Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Huh, get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (fool)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in, get in there)
Never back down, nah, I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in that minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there nigga (oh really? Uh)

Get in there, get in there
Get in there, get in there
Let's go
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Writer: Cotrell Dennard, Joshua Luellen, Dion Hayes, Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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