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Doubt by David Versis

(intro)
Yea...
Hahahaha...
Aw man...
I feel good...
But why wouldn't I..?
We half way home...
Let's go...

(verse)
Look at what I'm startin // I hope that yall are ready
These dudes are free fallin //Muthafucka Tom Petty
Find me in the fast lane // like I'm Mario Andretti
Sittin somewhere with the Vandals // treatin money like confetti
This one is for my homies // the ones who really bout it
The ones who threw up V's // and middle fingers to who doubted
I'm leaving with your girl // 'cus this place is kinda crowded
Don't be mad 'cus she accepted // just be mad 'cus you allowed it
We paintin' the town red // we exercise our bad behaviour
We're stackin' money off my gift// I call it (w)rapping paper
Aint deal with suckers since I jumped up out the playpen
Dressing like we're mad men, spending like we made men
(ah) I'm so far from fake // homie I'm the realest ever (uh huh)
I got my shit all patent now // and I aint speaking leather (uh huh)
I take a couple genres // I mash that shit together (uh huh)
Yea rock and rap // call it Salt and Sgt. Peppers

(chorus)
Somebody pop the champagne (pass that shit around)
You see it in our eyes (we aint never coming down)
I don't know if no one told you (we the hottest shit around)
We just walked up in the party (and about to shut it down)
All my haters that be hatin' (I suggest you let it go)
Why you keep on asking questions (there aint nothing left to know)
They aint get it, but thats because I got it
So I don't ever sweat it, middle finger to who doubted like...

(verse)
My mother said they aint no such thing as a free lunch
But in my whole life I never paid for trees once
What they see as mountains I see as speed bumps
And what they see as downhill I see as ski jumps
(rhaa) I'm no longer dealing with these chumps
What they did in three years bitch I did in three months
I be talking fly and I can see they don't relate
You can watch me over-eat // I'ma watch you underrate
I can see you dudes are waiting // I'ma give you couple tips
We gon need a couple servers // we got way to many hits
I remember seeing clothes and saving money just to cop it
I aint even gotta buy it now, they pay your boy to rock it huh
Haters hear my shit they wonder when i'ma stop it
But I turn writers block into a muthafuckin topic now (I just did)
About to take em to the grass roots
So all I wear is black suites
Violins, brass flutes

(chorus)

(verse)
They say that money kills // they say that words hurt
I heard that time is money though // I make my words work
They drop a couple thousand // just for a couple bars
I'm making nasty money // that shit is per-verse
I'm chillin with your girl // I'll make her back soft
Mr. Miagi shit // wax on, was off
You find her posing every time the camera close, 'cuz
She just wanna tell people she balled(bald) like Amber Rose does
My style is too dope // I'm attracting fiends
I just throw a V's up // they know exactly what it means
I don't ever go to sleep // I'm busy living out your dreams
I got my head up in the clouds like I just planted magic beans, bitch
So watch my stock(stalk) rise // and watch me share less
They give me cock eyes // but I could careless
They take my old bitches and they just treat em new
Which means I've literally done, every single little thing, this dudes wish they could do (rhaaa)

(chorus)

(outro)
Woo Woo!
Woo Woo!
Yeaa!
Woo Woo!
Woo Woo!

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