Lyrics Unreasonable Doubt - Davy Snatch

Get it get it
I got it I got it
Run up on me and you know that I got it
I got it let's go!
Run up on me with a blick my finger itch
Call it Unreasonable doubt
Finger fucking on a grip
Carry my stick I was just giving it out

Know that I got it
I got a bitch and she riding hand on the wheels
While I'm just smoking exotic
I got a bitch and she modest
I'm in my feels anything wanted she got it
She got it let's go!

Niggas ain't getting the gist
I got a clip and you could bet I'mma chop it
So stop it you could get hit in your noggin
Two hand combo Unlimited toppings
That's what she do for the free ain't no stopping
She is a freak got me jigging and jiving
She got the key but don't know I'm a locksmith
Carry a chrome fucking with me I'm a set it in stone ok ok
This Henny patron It's done now I'm back in my zone
Heart on my sleeve this not Comme Des Garcon
Spending these bills like it came from the tomb
Fucking this bitch if I get it I'm gone
It don't stop her from bumping this song

Run up on me with a blick my finger itch
Call it Unreasonable doubt
Finger fucking on a grip
Carry my stick I was just giving it out

She want sex time not now I got shit to do next time
Matter fact clear out your schedule rec time
Put her to bed and it's not even bedtime
Fuck up and end up in headlines
Stingy with yours and expect me to share mine
Now you airing the laundry like Mezzanine
My bitches like peas in the pod now it's pair time
Got her legs in the air that's air time
She love when I'm sharper than shit like a hairline
Stay with some stones like Sharon
But I'm wrong if I'm judging this bitch like Aaron
Huh ok ass like Ms. Puff in this bitch
Now I just called that bitch back cause I'm stuffing this bitch
Call her cheeks I ain't cuffin this
Slapping her hand out the way always troubling shit
I got heat I'm a oven this bitch
It's like 100 degrees I'm still upping this bitch
She a freak on the Camsoda
But she still happy with me she Mclovin this dick

She keep playing See Saw
I'm fucking her raw like G Star
What's that white on my shirt?
It's deodorant girl take your jeans off
How you fucking my enemy you gave me energy that's what I feed off
Girl ain't no offending me I got Serenity she gone be
Offer up shit for the free
You was just looking down man I swear you gone see
Caking all over your face
You was wishing for drip you look better in Meeks but

Run up on me with a blick my finger itch
Call it Unreasonable doubt
Finger fucking on a grip
Carry my stick I was just giving it out

I'm tired of fucking with bitches ain't got no home training
They just moving greedy and loud
I'm Stanley Yelnats in her hole but I ain't got no shovel I just keep on digging her out!
I got it! Cmon

Cheech and no Chong
I'm on like cloud 59 and I ain't hitting no bong
Peace ain't a thing the whole world could pick up the weed
That's how we getting along
Or we could just fuck
Everybody need them a ting we could be unity strong
That's why I keep fucking all these bitches
I gotta go out like Genghis Khan
I could even go out like Nick Cannon nigga cause I just keep me a stick and a drum
I like them big booty strippers
I'm a have me some fun it's a plus that they thick and they dumb
And they know what to do with a pole they like
Not for you, For who?
I shoot than I think, I use to have them dreams of me looting a Brink's
Or me fucking a Milf, plumbing that bitch with her boobs in the sink
Run up on me with a blick my finger itch
Call it Unreasonable doubt