Gordough - Certified Dough Boy
Shawty play games with no controllaGuess I need a red cup, drinkin' solo
Shawty take dick, shooting scenes on the go pro
Then I play it back, thank God for the slow mo
Don't know what the mouth do but
I know she throat goat, yeah
I'm stuck in her water
Tryna swim with the rowboats, yeah
Had to burn bridges
The trees needed trimming, yeah
Look out the window
Put on for the village, yeah
Gotta pay me to see me
Cause now that's a privilege, yeah
Been riding with $inam
Since we were just children
Gotta protect the pack
Cause I lost some brothers
And they can't come back
So just cut me some slack
I'm walking through life
Tryna get back on track
One false move and
I could get wacked
Before I touch plaques
My brothers gon swarm
And prepare to attack
My life ain't my own
Man, I'm ready to scrap
My heart made of gold but
I'm done with the rats
Just don't make me switch up
and carry a strap
Cause my niece gonn know
That her uncle Dough
Was never like that
But he got her back and
She know that's a fact
Yeah, I got her back
And she know that's a fact
Hit em with a left, right
Up, down combo
Got his body dancing
Somethin' like the mambo
Keep my gut tucked
Right under the pancho
Getting to the queso
Guapo, Nacho
Shawty got that white
That blow, that blanco
Got kush, got runts
Rolled up in fronto
Shawty call me
When she need me pronto
And I'm feeling pissed off
But if you ask R Kelly
That's really not better
Than being pissed on
Hate playing games with my switch on
Shawty mix feelings, no criss cross
She bringing that heat, call her hot sauce
Then I just turn her to block calls
Fuck up her thot walls
Dip out the spot hoe
O bending blocks though
Jah rolling fronto
Done with the convos
Saying I got hoes
Just cause I dodge hoes
Bitch moving wock
I just get me some top bro
Then I'm back to the block hoe
Cause I'm bouta pop off
Might let some shots off
Don't lose your head
Cause you might get dropped off
Hit this shit right
Yeah, I'm stuck on tempo
Eat the box up
Yup, just like bento
Own all of my shit
This no rental
Dreams and nightmares
All in my mental
They stay sucking me
I'm all in they dental
Every run is a score
Touchdown in the endzone
I'm up in the clouds, TWO Indoor
Hit em with a left, right
Up, down combo
Got his body dancing
Somethin' like the mambo
Keep my gut tucked
Right under the pancho
Getting to the queso
Guapo, Nacho
Shawty got that white
That blow, that blanco
Got kush, got runts
Rolled up in fronto
Shawty call me
When she need me pronto
Written by:
Diego Gonzalez
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