Doja Cat
I love you, I love you, I have to go, go, go, go
Almost hit 180 in Miami
In some fast shit
Had to leave my niggas back in D.C.
They got fat shit
I really been contemplating lately getting a Tesla
It's the round jont, speaking of which
I got to text her
She got a round jawn, so
I'm contemplating calling Venessa
It's been a while, matter of fact
I'll probably text her
Y2K juice, we so cool, got you out of your mood
Y2K juice, she so cool, got dude out of his groove
She like, she like when I eat where she P at
Like, she like to be where I be at
Like, she like when I hit the C gap
Like, she like, she like, she like when a n- get Bad
She like when I hit her from the back
She like when - the sack slap back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Like. She like when she eat she smack
She like when she eat; I eat back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
She like when I gentle slap
She like to look right back
Her lips got to singing
I call her Kitty Doja Cat
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Meow)
I find it hard to lie to somebody like
I can't sleep no more in my head
Doja Kitty, yeah
Let's go
Pillow talking, she don't like that
Call her my hitter chick , when they fight her yeah she fight back
She not my Twitter bitch, when they type her she don't type back
When you type her, bruh
She don't even write back
I'll be off the dome
All of Vomit, didn't write that
You goosin' over side quests
You goosin' over side chicks
I'm Tyronn Lue, got five tens (5'10s)
It's like they point guarding
The way that they're diming
I feel like an ice skater
The way that I'm sliding
Like a nice, nascar car driver
The way that I'm driving
Yeah, I be sparing a beat
Like, I'm not even prying
(I be taking my time)
I don't even write like hooks
Like I'm not even trying
I don't write like, I don't even like books
Like, I don't wanna hear that shit
I can tell that she going
I can tell by how the dyke looks
All that ride-bying, all that side-eyeing
Have you ridin' in the passenger seat
Like I stole a heart, like a crook
SLOW DOWN, AD!
But don't stop keep going don't stop!
I'm in LA, pickin' up hoes
That's my only drive-bying
Fell into my lap, stat
Call it God's timing
That
Is all I'm
At
Don't even @ me
I'm on Twitter, but inactive
When I was 21, I was a savage
Dropping mixtapes just like I'm 21 Savage
On these beats, bruh, I'm doing damage
On these beats, bruh, they gotta have it
Now, that first verse was for the catties (yeah The kitties)
I call her Doja Cat
She silly
She wetter, and
She witty
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Doja Cat
I love you, I love you, I have to go, go, go, go
Almost hit 180 in Miami
In some fast shit
Had to leave my niggas back in D.C.
They got fat shit
I really been contemplating lately getting a Tesla
It's the round jont, speaking of which
I got to text her
She got a round jawn, so
I'm contemplating calling Venessa
It's been a while, matter of fact
I'll probably text her
Y2K juice, we so cool, got you out of your mood
Y2K juice, she so cool, got dude out of his groove
She like, she like when I eat where she P at
Like, she like to be where I be at
Like, she like when I hit the C gap
Like, she like, she like, she like when a n- get Bad
She like when I hit her from the back
She like when - the sack slap back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Like. She like when she eat she smack
She like when she eat; I eat back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
She like when I gentle slap
She like to look right back
Her lips got to singing
I call her Kitty Doja Cat
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Meow)
I find it hard to lie to somebody like
I can't sleep no more in my head
Doja Kitty, yeah
Let's go
Pillow talking, she don't like that
Call her my hitter chick , when they fight her yeah she fight back
She not my Twitter bitch, when they type her she don't type back
When you type her, bruh
She don't even write back
I'll be off the dome
All of Vomit, didn't write that
You goosin' over side quests
You goosin' over side chicks
I'm Tyronn Lue, got five tens (5'10s)
It's like they point guarding
The way that they're diming
I feel like an ice skater
The way that I'm sliding
Like a nice, nascar car driver
The way that I'm driving
Yeah, I be sparing a beat
Like, I'm not even prying
(I be taking my time)
I don't even write like hooks
Like I'm not even trying
I don't write like, I don't even like books
Like, I don't wanna hear that shit
I can tell that she going
I can tell by how the dyke looks
All that ride-bying, all that side-eyeing
Have you ridin' in the passenger seat
Like I stole a heart, like a crook
SLOW DOWN, AD!
But don't stop keep going don't stop!
I'm in LA, pickin' up hoes
That's my only drive-bying
Fell into my lap, stat
Call it God's timing
That
Is all I'm
At
Don't even @ me
I'm on Twitter, but inactive
When I was 21, I was a savage
Dropping mixtapes just like I'm 21 Savage
On these beats, bruh, I'm doing damage
On these beats, bruh, they gotta have it
Now, that first verse was for the catties (yeah The kitties)
I call her Doja Cat
She silly
She wetter, and
She witty
I love you, I love you, I have to go, go, go, go
Almost hit 180 in Miami
In some fast shit
Had to leave my niggas back in D.C.
They got fat shit
I really been contemplating lately getting a Tesla
It's the round jont, speaking of which
I got to text her
She got a round jawn, so
I'm contemplating calling Venessa
It's been a while, matter of fact
I'll probably text her
Y2K juice, we so cool, got you out of your mood
Y2K juice, she so cool, got dude out of his groove
She like, she like when I eat where she P at
Like, she like to be where I be at
Like, she like when I hit the C gap
Like, she like, she like, she like when a n- get Bad
She like when I hit her from the back
She like when - the sack slap back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Like. She like when she eat she smack
She like when she eat; I eat back
Uh-huh, uh-huh
She like when I gentle slap
She like to look right back
Her lips got to singing
I call her Kitty Doja Cat
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Meow)
I find it hard to lie to somebody like
I can't sleep no more in my head
Doja Kitty, yeah
Let's go
Pillow talking, she don't like that
Call her my hitter chick , when they fight her yeah she fight back
She not my Twitter bitch, when they type her she don't type back
When you type her, bruh
She don't even write back
I'll be off the dome
All of Vomit, didn't write that
You goosin' over side quests
You goosin' over side chicks
I'm Tyronn Lue, got five tens (5'10s)
It's like they point guarding
The way that they're diming
I feel like an ice skater
The way that I'm sliding
Like a nice, nascar car driver
The way that I'm driving
Yeah, I be sparing a beat
Like, I'm not even prying
(I be taking my time)
I don't even write like hooks
Like I'm not even trying
I don't write like, I don't even like books
Like, I don't wanna hear that shit
I can tell that she going
I can tell by how the dyke looks
All that ride-bying, all that side-eyeing
Have you ridin' in the passenger seat
Like I stole a heart, like a crook
SLOW DOWN, AD!
But don't stop keep going don't stop!
I'm in LA, pickin' up hoes
That's my only drive-bying
Fell into my lap, stat
Call it God's timing
That
Is all I'm
At
Don't even @ me
I'm on Twitter, but inactive
When I was 21, I was a savage
Dropping mixtapes just like I'm 21 Savage
On these beats, bruh, I'm doing damage
On these beats, bruh, they gotta have it
Now, that first verse was for the catties (yeah The kitties)
I call her Doja Cat
She silly
She wetter, and
She witty
Writer: Derrick Milton
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