Keem61 & King Bukz - Battle For Doldrey

She wanna fly, Lets go to the Yams
He better run, this Tec never jam
She wanna fuck, She know who I am
Mr. Flex On Instagram
I'm on the stove, I make it lock
Remix the rock and mix the grams
C.O.G. ski, with a WatchThis hat
With a black ass glock, and a couple of bands
She wanna fuck with a trap star
Take off the traction on TrackHawk
I'm up in that bitch like a Nascar
We out to the brib, take the nav off
When you step in my room, take ya pants off
Hell na, I ain't playing no slow songs
And the opps know I'm up on the score board
No drive-by, I walk up on em
And they know that I'm tryna get even
Baby girl come and show me your cleavage
I'm a blood, bitch you know that I'm bleeding
I'ma feen, pass the purp bro, I need it
Pass my cup bro, you know I be leaning
Off the purple I sip on Wockesha
Head was fire, the pussy was decent
Said I love you but don't really mean it
(Nope)
She wanna fly, Lets go to the Yams
He better run, this Tec never jam
She wanna fuck, She know who I am
Mr. Flex On Instagram
I'm on the stove, I make it lock
Remix the rock and mix the grams
C.O.G. ski, with a WatchThis hat
With a black ass glock, and a couple of bands

Written by:
Shawn Browne

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