Lyrics For DOD By Ginger Trill
hook
Trippy in my silk shirt
Loose enough to tuck a chain
ODB my pitbull
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Big shit, all I pop is big shit
Chopper so long
When I walk it make me limp shit
Big shit, big shit
All I talk is bi shit
Clip full of bald heads
Nomuzi’s in that big shit
No corner’s big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble
My little uzzi gon mumble
No corner’s big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble
My little uzzi gon mumble
verse 1
Who them guys, gotta scrutinise
Check the corners for them bluish lights
You a pusher or you a buyer
Got the hooker for a goodish price
Ion do consignment, got some good advice
Who are you, who am I
Who the truth nigga, who’s a lie
You be buggin’, is you wise
You a thug now, you the guy
Got them ’cause you never utilise
You’re adorable, a cutie pie
You look horrible in that disguise
What you couldn’t the suit and tie
Second chance to be a cooler guy
You in high school again or you just high
Livin’ in your own world, you would die
hook
Big shit, all I pop is big shit
Chopper so long
When I walk it make me limp shit
Big shit, big shit
All I talk is bi shit
Clip full of bald heads
Nomuzi’s in that big shit
verse 2
Do or die, do it for the moola
I’m loosing snoozes, paranoia
Loosing cheese is petrifying
Dabble with some dealers
That’s been dabbing with the devil
Just the double on my digits
Do the dash, I’m Damon Digital
Do it ’til you finish
They though they finished you
They dare me for this dough
You bet I did just what they wouldn’t do
Wouldn’t you, bulletproof
Vested like I’m finna get rich and die
Do it for the culture or do it just to catch a vibe
Do the money dance, do the Diddy bop
I hustled on every block
You didn’t do diddly squat
Probably had uour face stuffed in some pretty bitch’s twat
Probably the same thot busy giving me the box
Papi I can’t stop, ’til I get a Bentley
Cop a presy and a ‘Cedes
Drop Benjys on my lady
Shop crazy for my baby
Rock shades inside or maybe not
And still let my mans hold the crazy watch
Do or die trying, that’s what made me hot