DOMO
DOMO
Been up since 5am thinking bout that shit, what
Shit crazy man, just lost another young nigga to the street shit
Damn, f*ck going on
This life shit hitting different
And any car that Domo had, them windows end up tinted
I can't start another chapter till the current one get finished
Left a couple niggas timid and a lot of bitches livid
I can't kick it, sorry shawty, you be on that Jada Pinkett
Got entangled with them racks, nothing else get my attention
I hate being rubbed the wrong way, I can't control my friction
They be saying that it's love, but got the building filled with tension
Black, hot, heart froze, how them temperatures gon' mix
Allergies, snot, nose, they gon' wipe it, gon' get fix
Healthy hair, locks growth, she say I should get some wicks
Told me stop the dropping music and come through and drop some dick
Bought a zone from out the A, but I don't think it came from 6
Niggas scared to come outside and play, they say they on restrict
And my daughter made a soft spot in my heart, but I'm still strict
Look for niggas running around and I won't let her be no Vick
All these racks on me, you to broke to see my POV
CD on Vondell, we be toting straps from COD
I get high as hell and and antisocial, f*cking up my speech
I don't care to bring no sand out to the ocean like a beach
Trapping just like FL Studio, no way I miss a beat
Niggas claiming that they f*cking with the best, I got you beat
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
DOMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
How I got here
Hey, we was made for this
Through thick and thin, niggas gon' pretend
But we always been the one to set the trends
And everybody ain't your friend, but what I always tell you
I'ma keep you right so you don't go left, that's to death
These hoes ain't nothing but cheese on the board, you know that
Matter of fact, they like Gatorade, we in the game, baby
They like a little refreshing break to quench your thirst
But when that whistle blow, you down that hoe, 10-4
This big bro, you know we Ms. Brenda's sons
I'm signing out, I love you
Keep putting that pressure on these boys
And keep dropping that heat back to back to back
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DOMO
DOMO
Been up since 5am thinking bout that shit, what
Shit crazy man, just lost another young nigga to the street shit
Damn, f*ck going on
This life shit hitting different
And any car that Domo had, them windows end up tinted
I can't start another chapter till the current one get finished
Left a couple niggas timid and a lot of bitches livid
I can't kick it, sorry shawty, you be on that Jada Pinkett
Got entangled with them racks, nothing else get my attention
I hate being rubbed the wrong way, I can't control my friction
They be saying that it's love, but got the building filled with tension
Black, hot, heart froze, how them temperatures gon' mix
Allergies, snot, nose, they gon' wipe it, gon' get fix
Healthy hair, locks growth, she say I should get some wicks
Told me stop the dropping music and come through and drop some dick
Bought a zone from out the A, but I don't think it came from 6
Niggas scared to come outside and play, they say they on restrict
And my daughter made a soft spot in my heart, but I'm still strict
Look for niggas running around and I won't let her be no Vick
All these racks on me, you to broke to see my POV
CD on Vondell, we be toting straps from COD
I get high as hell and and antisocial, f*cking up my speech
I don't care to bring no sand out to the ocean like a beach
Trapping just like FL Studio, no way I miss a beat
Niggas claiming that they f*cking with the best, I got you beat
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
DOMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
How I got here
Hey, we was made for this
Through thick and thin, niggas gon' pretend
But we always been the one to set the trends
And everybody ain't your friend, but what I always tell you
I'ma keep you right so you don't go left, that's to death
These hoes ain't nothing but cheese on the board, you know that
Matter of fact, they like Gatorade, we in the game, baby
They like a little refreshing break to quench your thirst
But when that whistle blow, you down that hoe, 10-4
This big bro, you know we Ms. Brenda's sons
I'm signing out, I love you
Keep putting that pressure on these boys
And keep dropping that heat back to back to back
DOMO
Been up since 5am thinking bout that shit, what
Shit crazy man, just lost another young nigga to the street shit
Damn, f*ck going on
This life shit hitting different
And any car that Domo had, them windows end up tinted
I can't start another chapter till the current one get finished
Left a couple niggas timid and a lot of bitches livid
I can't kick it, sorry shawty, you be on that Jada Pinkett
Got entangled with them racks, nothing else get my attention
I hate being rubbed the wrong way, I can't control my friction
They be saying that it's love, but got the building filled with tension
Black, hot, heart froze, how them temperatures gon' mix
Allergies, snot, nose, they gon' wipe it, gon' get fix
Healthy hair, locks growth, she say I should get some wicks
Told me stop the dropping music and come through and drop some dick
Bought a zone from out the A, but I don't think it came from 6
Niggas scared to come outside and play, they say they on restrict
And my daughter made a soft spot in my heart, but I'm still strict
Look for niggas running around and I won't let her be no Vick
All these racks on me, you to broke to see my POV
CD on Vondell, we be toting straps from COD
I get high as hell and and antisocial, f*cking up my speech
I don't care to bring no sand out to the ocean like a beach
Trapping just like FL Studio, no way I miss a beat
Niggas claiming that they f*cking with the best, I got you beat
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep
DOMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
How I got here
Hey, we was made for this
Through thick and thin, niggas gon' pretend
But we always been the one to set the trends
And everybody ain't your friend, but what I always tell you
I'ma keep you right so you don't go left, that's to death
These hoes ain't nothing but cheese on the board, you know that
Matter of fact, they like Gatorade, we in the game, baby
They like a little refreshing break to quench your thirst
But when that whistle blow, you down that hoe, 10-4
This big bro, you know we Ms. Brenda's sons
I'm signing out, I love you
Keep putting that pressure on these boys
And keep dropping that heat back to back to back
Writer: Dominque Stroy, Christopher Stroy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Big Sparkk
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Dominque Stroy, Christopher Stroy