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John Doe (Remix)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G.T.
G.T.
Songwriter
a Lee
a Lee
Songwriter
Myles Packwood
Myles Packwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrence Elam
Terrence Elam
Mastering Engineer
Myles Packwood
Myles Packwood
Producer

Lyrics

Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly He got hooked to that fetti Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float Bitch its up What the fuck Then we go get some money the free way The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe Never go spilling the beans on a homicide Niggas they cut throat How shit get fucked up With that wooley they takin his neck Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's I been tripping I'm biting the X Seeing double my mind playing tricks Cut the corner I'm clutching my stick In the box and we both having shanks Fuck the police fuck the DA Grab A Gotti im grabbing a lam Wrap it up we don't pay Uncle Sam Free all the woes in the feds All the beams in the sticks red Ain't no catching me wide-body hellcat charger Drop a Roxy I watch it dissolve when I shake up the bottle With them 22-3s its dissecting shit just like a mother fuckin doctor Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly He got hooked to that fetti Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float Bitch its up What the fuck Then we go get some money the free way The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe Never go spilling the beans on a homicide Niggas they cut throat How shit get fucked up With that wooley they takin his neck Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's I been tripping I'm biting the X Yeah Took another one I'm feeling sick Off a g6 I'm high as get New Givenchy I mix it w rick My niggas scam I fuck with the bricks In NY with all my ice on they thinking I play for the Knicks Man I'm higher than New York rent Trying hard not to crash the bent Walk in the jewler I told him to glass my kit I paid a bag for this You prolly harass a bitch I Put her out as soon as I smash the bitch Its so much cash to get I'm filing up bags of this I really started with 10 In the back of the club Celine on my hood Just made me a hunnid Im chilling with boog (what up boog) I throw up my hood Car with no hood Youll get killed just for thinking you would Bring the FN we leaving the wood You was done with done with this shit when you got you a buzz Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly He got hooked to that fetti Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float Bitch its up What the fuck Then we go get some money the free way The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe Never go spilling the beans on a homicide Niggas they cut throat How shit get fucked up With that wooley they takin his neck Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's I been tripping I'm biting the X
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