John Doe ft. SOLOCELO Lyrics

Swear I'm tired of hoes

Bop, bop, bop, that's the dial tone

Niggas fans now, fanned out, give em honor roll

Cant be held down, stand down, tell her vamonos

Damn

Boy I jump in pussy like Geronimo

I was fresh as hell before the money and designer clothes

Right or wrong, I done got accustomed to the styrofoam

I got dirty habits I been breaking never try alone

I'm John Doe, way I disappear before I gotta go

I know she gone want me when she see me with my diamonds on

Rhinestones, Ima buy another every milestone

I remember going fifty fifty for the Monaco's

Fire zone, I been burning up go get a fire hose

I done got a check for talking shit up in a microphone

Fine hoe, took her up Louie, told her try it on

I can only fuck her, never love her, rather die alone

Girl turn yo lighter on, I been going up hoe I'm the shit go put a diaper on

Thot, thot, thot, thot, thot, I'm so tired of those

And I'm so tired of hoes who really broke but wear designer clothes

Okay

Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, turn the fire on

Smack my opps, Chris rock, gotta lotta those

Pop, pop, pop, red dot drop like dominos

Said dash you finally made it, how'd you do it, bro I gotta know

Yeah, took a lotta patience

She wanna be famous

You wanna be famous then that is obligation

Took a lot of waiting, then I finally made it

I been going wild, wild, wild

I been, raging, raging

I'm John Doe, way I disappear before I gotta go

I know she gone want me when she see me with my diamonds on

Rhinestones, Ima buy another every milestone

I remember going fifty fifty for the Monaco's

Fire zone, I been burning up go get a fire hose

I done got a check for talking shit up in a microphone

Fine hoe, took her up Louie, told her try it on

I can only fuck her, never love her, rather die alone

Yeah, I don't wanna waist time, water me down, I'm fye like pyrotech

I been losing my mind, no I'm not fine, tryna be the biggest yet

Why yo shorty on me, yeah it's OD, cause I'm tryna fuck these bands

Prolly think Ima freak cause I got a lotta pics of green old man

Inside of my pocket, inside of my wallet, you know how it go

Ain't talked in a minute, don't say my gov I'm John Doe

3, 6, 5, I'm knocking 808's, it's really me and bro

Lamborghini know she see me, Malibu it's fresh to go

Disappear just like Houdini, her bikini on the floor

I'm with gang we in the city come and see me for a show

Couple years ago, I'm going fifty, fifty, for some food

Now if you spend ten to twenty, I go fifty more than you Ha

I'm John Doe, way I disappear before I gotta go

I know she gone want me when she see me with my diamonds on

Rhinestones, Ima buy another every milestone

I remember going fifty fifty for the Monaco's

Fire zone, I been burning up go get a fire hose

I done got a check for talking shit up in a microphone

Fine hoe, took her up Louie, told her try it on

I can only fuck her, never love her, rather die alone