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Domo Genesis

Genres: Hip-Hop

20 Wave Caps Lyrics - Domo Genesis

Look for me 

Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality 

High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride 

And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant 

I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant 

Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying 

Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond 

I know that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon 

The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying 

Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode 

Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows 

My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro 

Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for" 

Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know 

Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho 

 

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Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit 

I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with 

New patterns patty-caking with mannequins 

Cause I don't like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all 

Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck 

And I ain't got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks 

Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks 

I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's 

Prior to arriving to the studio 

Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady 

Where you headed with that shit? 

And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook 

Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles 

Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment 

Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching 

Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag 

With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans 

Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan 

20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter back to two grams 

But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass 

 

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