Pls i want a goth gf
(Dogefan, dogefan)
Walk in that bitch with a Glock on me
Dogefan hittin' juggs on you
Ice on my wrist, I got money on me
Yeah, if he want smoke, give him cancer
'Cause I'm better
Okay, you fell off, you broke
But I'm poppin' them tags
Bitch I am number one
And I buy what I want, so that's how you know I'm up
You don't got straps, boy that shit is photoshop
What do you do? I don't even know
I'm makin' money, but you can sit there and watch
(Dogefan trap radio)
Okay, juggin' his shit in broad day
I'm gettin' rich, I swear that they lame
9 by 19, go in his face
I'm doing things you don't, ha
I do not speak to my clones
I'm runnin' them checks, and I spend them on clothes
Okay, Okay
Run it like race
Dogefan with the pole, okay
Walk in that bitch, she notice me
I know you broke, boy look at your face
Chewin' on percs, don't care if they laced
(And I'm rapping on this beat, and I'm gay)
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Walk in that bitch with a Glock on me
Dogefan hittin' juggs on you
Ice on my wrist, I got monеy on me
If he want smoke, give him cancer
'Cause I'm better
(Yeah, yeah) you fell off, you broke
But I'm poppin' them tags
Bitch I'm number one
And I buy what I want, so that's how you know I'm up
You don't got straps, boy that shit is photoshop
What do you do? I don't even know
I'm makin' money, but you can sit there and watch
Walk in that bitch with a Glock on me
Dogefan hittin' juggs on you
Ice on my wrist, I got money on me
Yeah, if he want smoke, give him cancer
'Cause I'm better
Okay, you fell off, you broke
But I'm poppin' them tags
Bitch I am number one
And I buy what I want, so that's how you know I'm up
You don't got straps, boy that shit is photoshop
What do you do? I don't even know
I'm makin' money, but you can sit there and watch
(Dogefan trap radio)
Okay, juggin' his shit in broad day
I'm gettin' rich, I swear that they lame
9 by 19, go in his face
I'm doing things you don't, ha
I do not speak to my clones
I'm runnin' them checks, and I spend them on clothes
Okay, Okay
Run it like race
Dogefan with the pole, okay
Walk in that bitch, she notice me
I know you broke, boy look at your face
Chewin' on percs, don't care if they laced
(And I'm rapping on this beat, and I'm gay)
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Walk in that bitch with a Glock on me
Dogefan hittin' juggs on you
Ice on my wrist, I got monеy on me
If he want smoke, give him cancer
'Cause I'm better
(Yeah, yeah) you fell off, you broke
But I'm poppin' them tags
Bitch I'm number one
And I buy what I want, so that's how you know I'm up
You don't got straps, boy that shit is photoshop
What do you do? I don't even know
I'm makin' money, but you can sit there and watch
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