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dolikeme! Video (MV)




Performed By: kevoo
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Kevin Gonzalez




kevoo - dolikeme! Lyrics




I hopped on the charts then hopped to the bank
Lil bitty bitch can't hop up on my rank
Pull up to your block and i'm shooting the tank
Purple and green i'm mixing the drank
Cannot f*ck with you you lil bitches stank
Yea im higher than a mother f*cking crane
When i'm at the club yea im making it rain
Pull up with drum yea we leaving no change

I cannot f*ck with you bitches trust these bitches
They so fake to me
Pull 100k yea spin you block yea that shit cake to me
I got hella bread it look like i work at a bakery
I can pull up on your block and stand the day man that shit nun to me

Smoke a pound of weed i face it
There ain't nothing that you changing
I was born to tote the 556 i up it then i bang it
Money come to me don't chase it
Don't flex money yea i make it
Don't need pull up on your shit i pull up solo just like jason

Sippin on the drink it got me
Hella bad bitches in the lobby
Smoking on that loud i cannot hear and plus it's kinda foggy
Im at your drop i'm with nobody
556 it get you bodied
Yea im riding presidential pull up in that Maserati

I told my bitch that im feeling that bitch
Got a stank pussy got rid of that bitch
The way she be shaking that shit when it move to the left
Just wanna get down on that bitch
I don't get her that she be sassy and shit
Mama told me never play with a witch
I love me a sassy lil bitch a ratchet lil bitch
I love me all type of the mix

Sike!

I cannot f*ck with you bitches trust these bitches
They so fake to me
Pull 100k yea spin you block yea that shit cake to me
I got hella bread it look like i work at a bakery
I can pull up on your block and stand the day man that shit nun to me
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I hopped on the charts then hopped to the bank
Lil bitty bitch can't hop up on my rank
Pull up to your block and i'm shooting the tank
Purple and green i'm mixing the drank
Cannot f*ck with you you lil bitches stank
Yea im higher than a mother f*cking crane
When i'm at the club yea im making it rain
Pull up with drum yea we leaving no change

I cannot f*ck with you bitches trust these bitches
They so fake to me
Pull 100k yea spin you block yea that shit cake to me
I got hella bread it look like i work at a bakery
I can pull up on your block and stand the day man that shit nun to me

Smoke a pound of weed i face it
There ain't nothing that you changing
I was born to tote the 556 i up it then i bang it
Money come to me don't chase it
Don't flex money yea i make it
Don't need pull up on your shit i pull up solo just like jason

Sippin on the drink it got me
Hella bad bitches in the lobby
Smoking on that loud i cannot hear and plus it's kinda foggy
Im at your drop i'm with nobody
556 it get you bodied
Yea im riding presidential pull up in that Maserati

I told my bitch that im feeling that bitch
Got a stank pussy got rid of that bitch
The way she be shaking that shit when it move to the left
Just wanna get down on that bitch
I don't get her that she be sassy and shit
Mama told me never play with a witch
I love me a sassy lil bitch a ratchet lil bitch
I love me all type of the mix

Sike!

I cannot f*ck with you bitches trust these bitches
They so fake to me
Pull 100k yea spin you block yea that shit cake to me
I got hella bread it look like i work at a bakery
I can pull up on your block and stand the day man that shit nun to me
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Writer: Kevin Gonzalez
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