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Dosed UP Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyrie
Length: 4:16
Written by: Tyrie Young




Tyrie - Dosed UP Lyrics




I just touched down from a dose
Past me the rock i don't choke

You would sell your soul just to never be you
I don't need the money if I got fake the truth
That's my side shawty I can give you all the proof
I'm getting to dubs I can't never lose

My someBody was a Slave nigga
I will never be a Slave nigga
I Chop it up and flip a blade nigga
I work to hard to see mistakes nigga
I️m Tom Brady throwing fade nigga
Cannon rebel shoot play a nigga
Time lapse never wait killer
Time lapse I won't fade nigga
I sell reality for game nigga
Im inside of my head
Paralyzed from my visual
What I am and who I am
No worries I'm dead out
Can't bread up when ya doe out
Sacrifices kick the hoes out
Sacrifice and get a gold mouth

I just touched down from a dose
Past me the rock i don't choke

You would sell your soul just to never be you
I don't need the money if I got fake the truth
That's my side shawty I can give you all the proof
I'm getting to dubs I can't never lose

I juggle the pressure
And dance with the Bittys
Moving through city
To live with the pretty
I'm labeled by fire
Got saints in the choir
We selling desire
Impulses require
Post man
I'm the messenger
Jesus Christ
I'm the messenger
Represent for the carrier
Loose change I'll buried em
Can't focus by my old ways
Can't live by old ways
Hit reset and change lanes
Heaven or hell
No worries prevails
Dosing my cells
To grow through the hell
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I just touched down from a dose
Past me the rock i don't choke

You would sell your soul just to never be you
I don't need the money if I got fake the truth
That's my side shawty I can give you all the proof
I'm getting to dubs I can't never lose

My someBody was a Slave nigga
I will never be a Slave nigga
I Chop it up and flip a blade nigga
I work to hard to see mistakes nigga
I️m Tom Brady throwing fade nigga
Cannon rebel shoot play a nigga
Time lapse never wait killer
Time lapse I won't fade nigga
I sell reality for game nigga
Im inside of my head
Paralyzed from my visual
What I am and who I am
No worries I'm dead out
Can't bread up when ya doe out
Sacrifices kick the hoes out
Sacrifice and get a gold mouth

I just touched down from a dose
Past me the rock i don't choke

You would sell your soul just to never be you
I don't need the money if I got fake the truth
That's my side shawty I can give you all the proof
I'm getting to dubs I can't never lose

I juggle the pressure
And dance with the Bittys
Moving through city
To live with the pretty
I'm labeled by fire
Got saints in the choir
We selling desire
Impulses require
Post man
I'm the messenger
Jesus Christ
I'm the messenger
Represent for the carrier
Loose change I'll buried em
Can't focus by my old ways
Can't live by old ways
Hit reset and change lanes
Heaven or hell
No worries prevails
Dosing my cells
To grow through the hell
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Writer: Tyrie Young
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