Doorag lyrics

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Comethazine


[Intro: Comethazine]
Okay

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
I got a .40 tucked, fronto weed, roll it up, uh
Bad bih with the coke, put it up in her nose
.30 round drum, aim at a n*gga, then blow that sh*t at his nose
All of these n*ggas be plottin', had to go cop a pole
Got some money then I got some money, and I had to let them know
Balling DeMar DeRozan, it is 100 degrees outside
But look at my neck, my sh*t still frozen
You are not a princess, you are just a ho
I f*cked that bih yesterday, and I bet I'll f*ck again tomorrow
I don't use Auto-Tune, and I'm f*cking on your boo
And she giving out the coochie, and I know that she a groupie
I don't know [?] without toolie
Got a couple bands, got a couple bands
Smack that sh*t right on her booty
Fronto, Fronto, ayy, ayy, yeah, okay
These n*ggas flexing
I smoke Newports, I smoke Newports like a n*gga stressin'
Rob a n*gga for his necklace, hotter than Texas
Got toast just like breakfast, ayy lil' bih, check out my necklace
Comethazine, you steady flexing (CrashJordy)
I ball on n*ggas like Russel [?], f*ck her from the back
'Cause I don't like how her face look
Make that b*tch [?] (Pay attention, it's CrashJordy)
[Verse 2: CrashJordy]
Black snake moan, feel like Samuel L. Jackson [?]
b*tch, go home 'fore I put a chrome, take off your dome
Red durag, Supreme tee, old man jeans
Teeheehee, don't laugh at me, pull out your teeth
[?] sorry n*gga, feel like cowboy, jeez
Feel like Giovanni, the way I'm rocking my team
f*ck your pus*y, talkin' all sh*t, jump you with my jizz
Whole team, whole team, bustin' n*ggas like curry
Now [?] black skin 'cause I don't sag my jeans
I'm too sexy feel like I got to pick my jeans
What the f*ck you mean when I say cheese, what the f*ck you see?
Red ruby, red ruby, nut everywhere
Run really far, f*ck custody
Look at my team (Look at my team), feel like Pharrel in '06, [?]
BBC on my, not talkin' my motherf*ckin' D
I see K [?] KKK with me
Hanging n*ggas from a tree like a Christmas ornament
Look at my [?], I'm a fresh-ass n*gga, fresh-ass clothes
Come [?] with me, Crash is a team, 2017
[?] are the streets, what do you mean, what do they mean?
Talking scribble scrabble, I don't give a f*ck what they say to me
Scrabble out his words before I put him in the dirt
Put him in a hearse, I don't give a f*ck if that n*gga hurt
It's a night, [?], there's a f*ckin' demon with a purse
Man back, man back, shoot him, ain't no need to rehearse
LV on me (LV on me), head at these n*ggas, I'm captain Kirk
I'm a walking bank, empty out yo' pockets, n*gga
It's time to dispurse, CrashJordy make you
CrashJordy make you burst
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