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Something you should know about Doe Boy Fresh Lyrics Title: Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh lyrics Artist: Three 6 Mafia Lyrics Visitors: 4472 visitors have hited Doe Boy Fresh Lyrics since May 27, 2008. (Feat. Chamillionaire) Dj Paul (intro) Yea Hypnotize Minds Three 6 Mafia Academy award winnas Wat Wat Wat Chamillionaire We stronga then eva For real The last 2 walk Its goin(howlin) Its goin down! (Chorus) I saty doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh! YEEAA! Now wat it is boy? Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh! YEEAA! Now wat it is boy? Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh! YEEAA! Now wat it is boy? Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh! YEEAA! Now wat it is boy? Dj Paul (Verse 1) Anotha day, anotha dolla, anotha nite to make a hoe holla I pop her cherry, then i pop ma colla Pop brand new tags off the brand new clothes Brush my hair back, and kick the ho out the door Flip a quarter, see which ride im pullin out the garage Wireless transmittas in the front of my barge Pull a pack out, as if my body eva sinned 10 O'clock at nite, but my day just begin 07 Murcielago with the wings out I usually neva drive it, but i heard the hos out Fresher than a mint leave, smellin like a coca leave Centa of attention, ho smilin cuz dey pose to be (Chorus) Chamillionaire (Verse 2) Yea Chamilitary Hey! Trick kno how i get my grands, trynna snatch it betta switch ya plans Pull a stack out my dickies pants, and slap a hata wit my bizznus hand Keep a spare for that clip that jams, money like mike, and a pimp like ken! Put some chromes unda that big Sedan, and im pimpin betta than Xzibit can! And ur impressed behind my ear, lookin aquafina clear If u dont like it come dispute it, do ya best 2 disapear Yea! U kno wat it is, dont call me chamillionaire Now the world gotta address me as the hustla of the year! And im the man to respect, im demandin respect Or im commandin that cannon thru that dam, that's the chest Aint no hustla or anotha on this planet as FRESH! So wen i lift up my royal, hand my pinky rang shake ya pecks (Chorus) Juicy J (Verse 3) My cars inside peanut butta, outside JELLY! Flicka 26 is drankin, drakin wit my CELLY! We takin real orders, talkin code on that TELLY! We choppin up that dope like a butcha in the DELI! U kno that purple kush will leave ur clothes all SMELLY! But if u slangin pounds then ur pockets shuld b SWELLY! Im ballin till im fallen just like that movie BELLY! Im always stayin strapped for u niggas dat b PETTY! Tote a 9, 9, 9, on the grind, grind, grind I shine, shine, shine, jewelry blind, blind, blind The time, time, time , yes its prime, prime, prime Im takin over traps cuz they mine, mine, mine NIGGA! (Chorus) I STAY FRESH, FRESH, FRESH, FR, FR, FR, FRESH!(X8) Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Lyrics for mp3 Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Lyric Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Letras Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Songtexte Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Lyrique Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Testo Three 6 Mafia - Doe Boy Fresh Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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