paroles Zillionaire Doe Part 2

Zillionaire Doe - Part 2 Lyrics & Traduction

Youngest Boss, nigga (Hundred thousand)
I'm a million-dollar nigga, started out with fourteen grams (Two hundred thousand)
Nigga got them racks in real life, not just on the 'Gram (Three hundred thousand, not just on the 'Gram)
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, beep
'Fore the rap shit, serve your OG (Serve your OG, this a whole ticket, nigga)
Youngest Boss, nigga (Look)

I'm a million-dollar nigga, started out with fourteen grams
Nigga got them racks in real life, not just on the 'Gram
Nigga, 'fore this rap shit, serve your OG
They say, "Doe ain't got no hits," still up, nigga got the streets
Nigga, pull up to my show, know my shit packed
Last pic I post on IG, three hundred racks
'Fore I did the deal with CMG, been had a sack
Fly as fuck, can barely walk, pockets over-fat
Nigga closet worth a crib, it's the Youngest Boss
Gotti never got me out the hood, still'd be gettin' off
Nigga, my bitch super fine, ass super soft
South Dallas nigga, say she like the way a nigga talk
Signed a deal with CMG, Mr. Fourteen Months
Zoom call with the label, with the plug eatin' brunch
Nigga, she treat me like a king, nigga, she treat you like a munch
Five-star resort, fine shit, she tryna hunch
Nigga hop out, chain hittin' like a disco
Ayy, just posted in the hood, makin' plays, weight in Frisco
Four Deuce nigga, but I live in the suburbs
All my niggas turnt up, gettin' it on like we move birds
Doe back on that shit, fuck a hook, nigga
Cocaine Muzik, R.I.P. Big Jook, nigga
Your bitch gone today, your bitch take one look, nigga
Every week, was on that plane, you don't know what it took, nigga
Felt Wham in his caption, "Billion grams later"
Doe put all his niggas on, never been a hater
Hoop shit ain't work, still havin' paper
Rap shit flop today, nigga, still can get some flavors
Oceanview, work hard, gotta live right
Fifty in my left pocket, fifty in my right
She love Doe, hit it good, in it all night
Back on they necks since they said my shit was aight
In the mall everyday, LV don
Gave away my phone, Youngest Boss, I already won
Nigga beat the streets, now I think it's time to have a son
Billion-dollar operation, nigga ran off with crumbs
Crowd goin' crazy every time a nigga on stage
Jumped in the streets, got some money at a young age
Fuck livin' basic, find a plug, nigga, get paid
How to run it up, nigga, I know 'bout a hundred ways
Tapped in everywhere, I got long reach
Money comin' in, blow it fast like I'm Big Meech
In it for an hour, pulled out, she creamin' on the sheets
Fast cars, bankrolls, bad bitches, nigga, that's New D
Fast cars, bankrolls, nigga, that's New Dallas
Put it down everywhere, nigga, they know 'bout that South Dallas
Stopped in the hood, Big Daddy's, finna get a salad
Known for havin' good work, my plays don't even rip it out the plastic
Lil' Doe, nigga, used to post up at the blue store
All my niggas icy, it ain't hard to tell who move a 'bow
Free Hardhead, pull up, I'm with Lil Moe
Bro sent a thousand, fuck it, we gon' move a thousand more
Seven figures up, my people need somethin', never say no
New D, all my niggas hot, nigga, it ain't just Doe
Youngest Boss, nigga


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