Pre Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

Baby girl, what you want to do? 

Hop in this 'Cedes girl 

She like where we going to 

A new life, new world 

Pop that molly, we hard-body 

Glocks hot as Kemosabe 

He said that he wanted beef 

So we fed him hollows and got it popping 

Fear and ego is the enemy 

You ain't got to pretend with me. 

I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep 

And take the bull, skin it to the meat 

You full of shit, we in too deep 

I do this, she knew the deet 

Like two feet, Flare two time 

She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee 

Brought you in, I'll take you out 

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out 

It's no work, we sling through droughts 

The life of me, I'm just hanging out 

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch 

I don't wanna see your ass laying down 

Pop that pussy, twerk some 

Cause most of these bitches work for nothing 

Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full 

I can't wait to win, you wait to lose 

Your mind of a failure, hate rules 

When you settle for what you hate to do 

I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras 

Extended clips shoot through your necklace 

Leave you breathless, that tec is restless 

Cause All My Children need the best, bitch 

I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny 

I seen the light, and you blocked it from me 

But I found my way to the top, I'm coming 

Cause I smack that bass like a rockstar drummer 

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I'm a problem to niggas 

Pop artillery, the carbonates with him 

Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all in a minute 

It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat 

New bitch, whip with the system slaps 

Mister slide in and skimp the sack 

Nigga hit the function with a pick and ax 

My nigga miss me with the bullshit 

Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt 

Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck 

Why your bitch go down when the cess go up 

Hard as arm services, y'all might have heard of him 

Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up 

Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers 

Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes 

Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the 

Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped 

In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips 

In a stack and a grin, fuck 'em 

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