Centuries lyrics

[Chorus: Dean Dooms]
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah she wanna feel me
Yeah she wanna smoke, oh, oh, actin' real funny (yeah)
Oh, oh, oh
Phony b*tches corny, 'cuz that sh*t is so old, oh we is in the centuries yeah

[Verse 1: Dean Dooms]
I could see through you
Yeah I see through you
You can see through me
I don't really give a f*ck
Yeah I see through you, but I really give no f*cks
I see what you f*cked up, I see where you f*cked up
I know where you lucked up, I know where you f*cked up
Why you always [?], Always wanna suck up
Then we f*ckin' make up
Then we 'boutta break up
Then we f*ck to make up, and she puts on makeup

[Bridge: Dean Dooms]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Now I wanna go now
Whoa no, no
Now you gotta slow down
Oh, oh, whoa
Single 'lil gal in town, with the pinky [?] crown (yeah)
[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Ay, smoke [?], not dough
Runnin' to the bag
Gotta have it neat though (gotta have it)
You can't touch my bag
Like, no way ho
I done got my cash right, I been on the road
pus*y better act right, you could get exposed
I told you there was ac right, served you the k roll
b*tch I chose the fast life
I love the bankroll (hey)
Shawty throw it back right, I gotta change clothes
We get big bucks, b*tches choosin'
And it's poured up, now I'm snoozin'
b*tch I'm one up, n*ggas losin'
My n*ggas out here manuvering
Hit the mall, they like 'you again'
At the show with the crew again
[?] let the shooters in (hey)
Drop you off like the Uber man

[Chorus: Dean Dooms]
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah she wanna feel me
Yeah she wanna smoke, oh, oh, actin' real funny (yeah)
Oh, oh, oh
Phony b*tches corny, 'cuz that sh*t is so old, oh we is in the centuries yeah
[Outro: Dean Dooms]
Oh give her the, give her the
I gotta tell you to stick it up, stick it up
Hey, I don't wanna show you how to give it up, give it up
Show it up, show it up
Baby girl know I could go, and go blow it up
I don't wanna show you how it goes
Oh
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