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Dooby Gang - Fast lyrics

Artist: Dooby Gang

album: Fast


Whip go fast 200 on the dash
Pray I don't crash tryna get to the bag
Fell for a hoe but I won't no more
I, stick the code get this dough with my bro
Strapped up shawty we own flex we own talk about it
When I step out we be lit like a damn party
Do the crime sit and do the time we own know nothing
I was broke than but now I been getting money
Hoes ain't want me back than now they all on me
They ain't wana give a shout now they follow me
Bitch you only want me cause I'm getting money
I was down bad you niggas ain't wana help me
Ion got no friends only dead presidents
Me against the world hold it down ima represent
Dooby gang run up the money we ain't chasing it
Shawty wanna get fucked up when she with us
Shawty wanna fuck with a seven figure nigga
I just wanna nut than I'm back to paper
See ya later alligator don't wait up
I was a lil nigga had to go and get my weight up
Niggas talk ZaZa but they ain't got flavors
Money been on my mind yea you know it gone pay off
Got fired from day job hustle on my day off
Keep it going know it's all gone pay off
Whip go fast 200 on the dash
Pray I don't crash tryna get to the bag
Fell for a hoe but I won't no more
I, stick the code get this dough with my bro
Strapped up shawty we own flex we own talk about it
When I step out we be lit like a damn party
Do the crime sit and do the time we own know nothing
I was broke than but now I been getting money
Golden child you rose gold
Light the world with your essence
Smile be lighting the whole globe
Around the neck is a snow globe
So cold Bald Head nigga
No hero No fro-zone
Whole lotta goals in this chrome dome
Same niggaz that was sleep
Be the same ones like they ain't know
Back to back Joints we be smoking like Cheech and Chong
Dooby blowing Strong they ain't on what we be on
Shawty Meg wit the knees but ion Call her a stallion
Got the gold she can saddle on
Old town Road
She gon Ride til she can't no more
Ima slide put that thang in reverse
Leave that thing in a hearse
Then I skirt for the work
200 on dash dooby puffin on gas
They ain't want the feature for free But now we addin tax
Everybody coming back
Like the packs back to back
Whip go fast 200 on the dash
Pray I don't crash tryna get to the bag
Fell for a hoe but I won't no more
I, stick the code get this dough with my bro
Strapped up shawty we own flex we own talk about it
When I step out we be lit like a damn party
Do the crime sit and do the time we own know nothing
I was broke than but now I been getting money

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