D.M.B.

Album: Yet to be titled (2022)
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  • Yeah
    Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes
    Let me find out that you phony too
    Yeah, fake homies do turn to fake

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch
    Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs
    (That's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup
    Be my bitch, rub my gut
    Rub yo' butt, be my slut
    Be my cunt, yeah, so what?
    Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Fuck they talkin' 'bout?
    'Cause they don't know nothin'

    Time to call it what it was
    First I thought it wasn't nothin'
    Probably think I wanna hit and run
    Bad girls wanna have fun
    I don't want no goody two-shoes, no, none
    I ain't no priest, I ain't gon' preach
    I ain't want no goodie-goodie
    But she still praise Jesus
    I share my clothes with my bitch like she my sis'
    I don't beat my bitch, I need my bitch
    She clean my crib, she feed my friends
    She keep my secret, she keep my fridge packed
    My freezer lit
    That's how deep I get, negative degrees
    What's the type of bitch I need?

    Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch)
    Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)
    Yeah, they don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)
    They don't know, they don't know

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup
    Be my bitch, rub my gut
    Rub yo' butt, be my slut
    Be my cunt, yeah, so what?
    Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Fuck they talkin' 'bout?
    'Cause they don't know nothin'

    She got bank accounts too
    With big amounts, shit you couldn't count
    Just pick the number that you couldn't count to
    Like an attitude, curve a nigga
    When she didn't have too
    Around the Lords like a British counsel
    With all the sticks around you
    We can build you a wooden castle
    Got a penthouse, see the Bronx Zoo
    Got a town house with the town view
    Got surround sound with the top down
    Up Allerton up to Soundview
    I was lost then, but I found you
    Lil' slim thick with a bounce too
    It's your tough love that I'm bound to
    I fuck it up, then it's round two

    Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch)
    Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)
    Yeah, they don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, be my bitch
    (I fell in love with you)(that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, fill my cup (I fell in love with you)
    (That's my bitch)
    They don't know, they don't know

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup
    Be my bitch, rub my gut
    Rub yo' butt, be my slut
    Be my cunt, yeah, so what?
    Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Fuck they talkin' 'bout?
    'Cause they don't know nothin'

    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you
    I fell in love with you

    Baby (I fell in love with you)
    It's been a little time since we both (I fell in love with you)
    Fell for our first encounter (first encounter)
    And baby (baby)
    Don't let another nigga try my baby
    Girl, you know I'm one call away (I wish a nigga would try, I'm one phone call away)
    It's nothin' (shit ain't nothin', baby)
    And baby (baby)
    My angel and my goddess (angel and my goddess)
    When my head get cloudy (my head get cloudy, my thoughts get cloudy)
    Your soulmate (my soulmate and my goddess)
    And baby
    Took a little time in a gray place
    For nothin', nothin'

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch
    Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'

    Roll my blunt, fill my cup
    Be my bitch, rub my gut
    Rub yo' butt, be my slut
    Be my cunt, yeah, so what?
    Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)
    They don't know nothin'
    Fuck they talkin' 'bout?
    'Cause they don't know nothin'

    (I fell in love with you)
    (I fell in love with you)
    (I fell in love with you)
    (I fell in love with you)
    (I fell in love with you)
    (I fell in love with you) Writer/s: Djavan Luciano Santos, Hamilton Bohannon, Hector Delgado, Henry Laufer, Joseph Olaitan Adenuga, Kelvin Krash, Rakim Mayers
    Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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