Dom Da don - Baker Lyrics

Dom Da, Whoa
Dom Doe
With a whole lotta dough
I feel super high
Yeah nigga cause I just bake up some real shit
I'm these niggas baker

My slum slimes hungry, so they got me baking
Crimes on they mind, deuce deuce got these niggas shaking
It's primetime these opps souls for the taking
Grey Goose for Spruce, after his stick stop blazing
Connect my strap at yo back or at yo joints?
You know what we love beef we feening for some sirloin
Tensions in your eyes while you meet my knife
Place you in the oven after I take your life

Block's hot, that's where I make my bread
Competition shot, Pirus leave them dead
Roads block, f*cking rat fed the Feds
Oppositions drop, my goons fury fed

Bread is alot sweeter cause of syrup and honey
Bitches thot alot meaner with lean and money
And probably, it's possibly that honestly
Because of broccoli these straight bitches wanna explore
Fake sodomy, Commonly put my strap at yo back or your groin?
You know what I love beef I'm feening for some sirloin
Tensions in your eyes while you meet my knife
Put a bun in yo oven after I take your life

Block's hot, that's where I make my bread
Competition shot, Pirus leave them dead
Roads block, f*cking rat fed the Feds
Oppositions drop, my goons fury fed

Block's hot, that's where I make my bread
Competition shot, Pirus leave them dead
Roads block, f*cking rat fed the Feds
Oppositions drop, my goons fury fed

Block's hot, that's where I make my bread
Competition shot, Pirus leave them dead
Roads block, f*cking rat fed the Feds
Oppositions drop, my goons fury fed
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