Doja

Lyrics for Doja

Ayy (phew) Sit gang (Trap-a-Holics, bitch) Go, go (phew) Go (phew) (Damn son, where'd you find this?) Chief Sosa, I smoke doja (phew) I'm in a rolls with three bitches, bend over (phew) In the rover, with the soldiers (phew) And we got the fuckin' poles, move over (phew) Got the toaster and the holster (phew) I got angels hoverin' over my shoulders (phew) Twin glicks, nigga, I call 'em Olsens (phew) I'm so drippy, nigga, I might need a coaster (phew) Hop on the jet and get straight to the bag Fuck you lil' niggas we bigger than that (phew) We hit the club and we enter the back Behind me, lil' bro got a stick in his bag (phew) Ricky ran off and got hit in the bag Pull up on that ho and put dick in her back (phew) Ayy, nah, hold up, hold up, hold up, Trap, hold up, Ferris Yeah, see, nah, this that motherfucker Sosa just sent me to listen to right quick You know what I'm sayin'? We can't give 'em too much Man, this that Dirty Nachos shit, man Shit already coming in hot, shit already spicy Man, let's keep that motherfucker rollin', man Main course on the way