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Dr. Sebi Video (MV)




Performed By: Ty Dolla $ign
Length: 1:09
Written by: Tyrone Griffin Jr.




Ty Dolla $ign - Dr. Sebi Lyrics
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Oh, oh (friendly)
Oh, oh (friendly)
Oh, oh (friendly)
All jokes aside, I had dreams of it endin', endin'
I want an eater like Dr. Sebi
I beat the case 'cause I had on some black Giuseppes (yeah)
I'll hold you down like a tight string, bedsheet
And won't let you go until you tell me that you stayin'
How you gon' leave before you motherf*ckin' find out? (Yeah)
Hope you brought tissues 'cause I'm 'bout to cry my eyes out
Paid your tuition, then I bought out all your girl scouts (yeah)
Heard you was single, baby, tell me what they talkin' 'bout (what they talkin' 'bout?)
What they talkin' 'bout, huh? (Let's go)
I can't simply bring the sun out (you know I can)
Even in New York, I got my motherf*ckin' gun out (baow)
Heard that nigga 'round me got a crush on you, I bet not find out (bet not find out)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)
I go menace 'bout it (yeah)
I ain't heard nothin' 'bout it (yeah)
I'm too rich to pout on (yeah)
Way too lit for clout on (yeah)
Stack it like a Jew (stack it)
Make sure every 'fit you rockin' came with foreign shoes (skrrt)
Make sure every car you're drivin' came without a roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Make sure every bitch you f*ckin' show you the whole crew
Just because you're tycoon
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Oh, oh (friendly)
Oh, oh (friendly)
Oh, oh (friendly)
All jokes aside, I had dreams of it endin', endin'
I want an eater like Dr. Sebi
I beat the case 'cause I had on some black Giuseppes (yeah)
I'll hold you down like a tight string, bedsheet
And won't let you go until you tell me that you stayin'
How you gon' leave before you motherf*ckin' find out? (Yeah)
Hope you brought tissues 'cause I'm 'bout to cry my eyes out
Paid your tuition, then I bought out all your girl scouts (yeah)
Heard you was single, baby, tell me what they talkin' 'bout (what they talkin' 'bout?)
What they talkin' 'bout, huh? (Let's go)
I can't simply bring the sun out (you know I can)
Even in New York, I got my motherf*ckin' gun out (baow)
Heard that nigga 'round me got a crush on you, I bet not find out (bet not find out)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)
I go menace 'bout it (yeah)
I ain't heard nothin' 'bout it (yeah)
I'm too rich to pout on (yeah)
Way too lit for clout on (yeah)
Stack it like a Jew (stack it)
Make sure every 'fit you rockin' came with foreign shoes (skrrt)
Make sure every car you're drivin' came without a roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Make sure every bitch you f*ckin' show you the whole crew
Just because you're tycoon
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Writer: Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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