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Doechii - Lipton Lyrics

[Intro: Cloudmaster Price]
Ayy, Tega, Tega, gon' get it

[Verse 1: Cloudmaster Price]
I got the Wu-Tang flow in the palm of my hands
I'm just a dirty South nigga, that ain't rockin' in Vans
I could probably take it, thought it, but I need an advance
Yeah, I'm P-Dittin' to the hoe, I'm makin' a band
Niggas always wanna talk, but I ain't seein' a band Y
Eah, she wanna claim, she takin', I ain't seein' a man
And you wanna battle me but Doech can handle you a fan
Messin' with a loner nigga, I do not understand Doech

[Verse 2: Doechii]
Doechii potion in your ocean I'm the wave, your bitch in motion
I'm sadistic, no emotio,n I'm statistic, locomotion
Say he like the way I spit
Slob on the track while he jerkin' up his dick, where's the lotion?
All these rap bitches in my DM want promotion
Remove that rap bitch off the map, that's promotion
Every nigga in the game claim that they was chosen
They ambition don't equate to how they flow and how I goes in

[Verse 3: Cloudmaster Price]
Bitch, I'm mad, then red, period flow, we bled
No power rule, you bitch want a lil' cloud, yeah, Caillou
Twilight, beef stew, yea,h the game been good, we don't really need you
John Cena with your hoe, you can't even see who
And me and Doechii's in a Buick, color us a Mountain Dew
Ayy, what the fuck you tryna do? Pull up on your avenue
Don't give a fuck about revenue I'm showing different intervals
You looking at a general
My bitch came out from Portugal, other one from Liverpool
Cops watch a nigga roll, yhey tryna shoot but difficult
I'm danger to an undercover, feeling like mystical
Danger to an undercover feeling like mystical, Doechii
[Verse 4: Doechii]
They saying, "Doechii, don't do it," I've done it D-O-E-C-H, double I
Done devastated, doubleincarcerated, impostorated, doachies and doacheries, the agitation, deletor, decapitations, depurations, detour, building up a do-re-mi for desperation, for my dialect
Got the game a wreck, Hazer snake, I say that shit direct
Got a problem, say it with your chest, I spit it on the track
All you niggas whack, coming from a bitch that barely rap
Me and Cloud gon' take you motherfuckers off the Tampa map
Time to deport I do this shit for D-Sport
Your studios a pit of snakes, but shit at least you record

[Interlude]
Goddamn, Doechii, Cloud

[Bridge: Cloudmaster Price]
And you don't stop, me and Doechii be at your doorstop
Niggas claim they real, but they not
No Wi-Fi, you no hotspot

[Verse 5: Doechii & Cloudmaster Price]
Yeah, take your fuckboy and I can turn him to my husband
Niggas wanna play, but they trippin' by a dozen
Culture vulture bitches see them circle and they buzzin'
When a nigga blow, watch him multiply my cousins
You ain't even eatin', this ain't Ramadan
I done love with a fuckboy what you on?
Hunt these bitches with my iPhone, Pokemon
And I'm the mother of your mother (Yeah), hoe, you're my son (Ayy)
Ooh yeah, knock knock, came up in this bitch with a Ziploc
Nigga, you can get shaked like dreadlocks
Hoes think it's a joke like Red Fox
Two words for a hatin', nigga, you can kill rocks
If they testin' my patience, I just might
Yo, why they keep sleepin' with the bad mites?
Lil' Shoney fall through with the hair right
Get a 414 if you act right
I'm in orbit with my sneeze like a satellite
And yeah my dome look fine, yeah she hella tight
And me and Doechii updated Biggie and Kim
Beagin' and slim, never touchin' the rim
The shot wet with it, loners over everything, never will forget it, yeah
[Outro: Cloudmaster Price & Doechii]
Ayy
I ain't got shit to say
I have shit to say I'm Doechii from the motherfuckin' Northside
I am Doechii, bitch