Really Doe Lyrics - Danny Brown

You niggas don't even know 

All that talk then no show 

Cannot tell me nothin' 

Show me somethin' I ain't seen before 

That hoe want my piccolo 

Smoking on that mistletoe 

Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's 

She look like a centerfold 

Mouth all on my genitals 

Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals 

I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles 

Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule 

Rolling up them vegetables 

Rapping with that special flow 

Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 

I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show 

Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe 

Now I sell out all my shows 

Used to sell out all my blow 

That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a four 

Now a nigga livin' good 

I done made it out the hood 

Think I'm goin' back? 

I wish a motherfucker would 

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Yeah, they say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

They say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well 

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell 

When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny 

I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail 

Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch 

To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail 

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck 

Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer 

With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah) 

Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips 

Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick 

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips 

Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition 

Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good 

But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would 

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Yeah, they say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

They say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya 

Life can end in vain before the end is near 

See I can hear you crying 

Silence sittin' in the dark 

Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart 

Sin is such a work of art 

Watch out for the love lost 

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand 

Things a nigga do for thousands 

Made a million counting sheep 

Gave it all to public housin' 

Taking off to Abu Dhabi 

Beamin' up the motor, Scotty 

Talking to promoters, Scotty 

Everybody know it's Gotti 

Murder one, you've heard of them 

The Revenant, the all day madness 

Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress 

Big power, big stages 

My zoo cannot fit the cages 

This booth is not used to fakin' 

My crew just love confrontation 

I chewed the face off the laces 

I moved the weight from the waitress 

I chef the pot that made poison 

I cooked then tipped all the patients 

My bitch is way beyond basic 

That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance 

Aye, look what I ain't doin' 

Aye, ridin' in foreigns 

Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch 

But it's the real watch and that bitch fire 

Speed Racer waitin' outside 

The roof on it like a tank top 

Countin' money, watchin' paint dry 

When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh 

They say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

They say I got the city on fire 

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah 

Really doe, like really doe 

Really doe, like really doe 

Good, hood 

I wish you motherfuckin' would 

Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown 

I had to put my foot down 

Its like I'm popping a clutch 

Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust 

You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up? 

And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge 

You a mouse that the falcon picked up 

So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month 

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck 

And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight 

Listen deadweight never been a problem to dump 

Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough 

I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff 

I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club 

I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must 

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs 

Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks 

Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts 

You've been the same motherfucker since 2001 

Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump 

I'm at your house like 

why you got your couch on my Chucks 

Motherfucker