Kemosabe Lyrics - Singles - Doe B

Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa 

Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa 

I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa 

Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa 

I blow the check in Follies 

I coulda bought a 'Rari 

Pull up in the big body 

Valet had to double park it 

I'm covered in Versace 

I'm Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton 

Flexin' through the projects 

Them bitches think I'm 'luminati 

My nigga say fuck a Bugatti 

Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's 

Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty 

Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion 

Top off on a foreign 

Ballin' like Amar'e 

2 Bitches and they barbies 

1 On lean and 1 on mollies 

50 Hoes in the lobby 

Chain gold and it's Versace 

I'm like woa Kemosabe 

Big ballin' is my hobby 

Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring 

Pass me the ball I'm scorin' 

Fuck yo bitch she whorin' 

Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird 

3 Plus 3, that's 6 birds 

24 Cups, 21 that's 4-5 

That's what I keep on my side 

If a nigga tryna run up in my house 

I'mma blow his ass back outside 

And even if the fuck nigga look wrong 

I'mma knock the pussy nigga cock eye 

Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out 

This verse so hot I'm finna hop out 

Ey Bob, man I'm finna go beast mode 

Dominating here, getting knocked out 

I'mma stop now slow it up 

Rolled on on my 30's 

Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies 

That ho be lookin' dusty 

I bet her pussy musty 

50 Hoes in the lobby 

Chain gold and it's Versace 

I'm like woa Kemosabe 

Big ballin' is my hobby 

I'm like "whoah Kemosabe" 

I started this shit cos that's my hobby 

Big Tymer that's my name ho 

Versaces on my frame ho 

All gold everything 

I put that shit on everything 

Got a ring on every finger nigga 

Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it's raining nigga 

Bitch on my arm like a singer nigga 

Hah, she might just be a singer nigga 

I do what the fuck I want 

And I buy what the fuck I want 

50 Hoes in the lobby 

Chain gold and it's Versace 

I'm like woa Kemosabe 

Big ballin' is my hobby 

[Verse 4: B.o.B] 

Bottle poppin' with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys 

Ballin's in my bloodline, casa de mi patri 

Young god is the prophet, young playa stackin' profit 

I made a quarter million and I never went to college 

Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydroponics 

Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake 

I'm all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler 

Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips 

And this life is all that I know 

Ain't after that, I didn't miss it 

And we go hard, these niggas lip but them ventriloquists whisper 

From band hitters on 6, niggas would kill to get rich 

And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich nigga 

Top off on a foreign 

Ballin like Amar'e 

2 Bitches and they barbies 

1 On lean and 1 on mollies 

50 Hoes in the lobby 

Chain gold and it's Versace 

I'm like woa Kemosabe 

Big ballin' is my hobby 

I got foreign whips in my garage 

Top down in that SB 

I got plane gas in my cigar 

And I match a clique in my ashy 

And Hustle Gang we about that action 

And all them other pussy niggas just actin 

And yo gang play, cocaine pay 

For everything I got like 30K 

I'm still a drug dealer, how you love that? 

Love a real nigga, den you love me! 

Catch me in the spot, where they sellin' drugs at 

Come with 50-60, you can get you 2 or 3 

Bending corners in Ferrari Californias 

(Ay who you with?) Fuckin' with a bitch in California 

(Ay what you doin'?) Smokin' shit you get from California 

Bitch get wrong she gon' get left in California 

50 Hoes in the lobby 

Chain gold and it's Versace 

I'm like woa Kemosabe 

Big ballin' is my hobby