Doughboyz Cashout - 9 x Outta Ten lyrics

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Doughboyz Cashout - 9 x Outta Ten lyrics

[Intro] [Hook:] Nine times out of ten if you see me cruzing Nine times out of ten I bet the car roofless Nine times out of ten I'm in the club fooling Nine times out of ten all the hoes choosing Nine times out of ten if you ain't with us you losing Nine times out of ten I might (stuff) stupid For everybody saying one just what I'm doing Nine times out of ten man yo boy fooling [Verse 1:HBK] Girl you like the (brightlin) Rocks everywhere, call it diamond island Hoes throw that p**y at you when your diamonds shining We really do this sh**, motha f** the rhymin' If I ain't in these streets then I ain't gridin' Probably watch flat screens, let the seats reclinin' Hit the bar, tell the waitress that I want the finest Looking through my Cartie shades to see which b**h the finest I'll be blowing on that loud, never smokin silent I'll be going up to Hutch to get my buffs tightened I'm a young n***a I heard you got these hoes fighting b**hes trife but I'mma tell you something * trife Ice my charm gotta lick it like lightning In this drop top vette and I ain't gotta licence I love b**hes but I can't treat them all the nicest Cause they'll stab you in your back when you show her kindness [Hook] [Verse 2:HBK] Girl you wanna f** me Spend so much money on this ice buffies I'll be looking so clean in Polo rugbies I'm living life and I swear a n***a feeling lucky Polo sheets on my bed got me feeling comfy My son and nieces run around our house in Gucci onezies Who wanna * wanna rub me Smell that D and G cologne when your girl hug me And she got a fat a** and that b**h ugly I'mma tell her like this b**h don't touch me Yeah I wonder why my old b**h tell me that she love me Cause a n***a bout bubble, it must be I'll be in VIP blowing on that musty Louis belt without the shoes, dog, your styles rusty I'mma doughboy so you know I'm about my money Five G's around my waist thanks to my undies [Hook] [Verse 3:Payroll] Ten times out of ten I got a cannon on my waist Breitling on my wrist, ice dancing in the face The profit came back I had to cram it in the safe I'm a busy n***a ho, I'd rather ram, f** a date Flat screens hanging on the wall in the crib Only Rose and Voss waters all in the fridge Used to hit Canada with bows in the big Heart dancing in my chest saying prayers in the bridge Nine times out of ten it's Gucci or Louis on my back I play the chill role, Air Maxx's and snapbacks I'mma doughboy b**h you a well known loser Green Gucci sweater, hoes call me Freddy Krueger I fell out with some n***as but I'm buddies with my j**eler Me and Chaz wit the shooters at the bar drinking shooters I got a girl coming to my Suite, bring her friend Cause I'm with Kid and we don't switch up, nine times out of ten [Outro]