Текст песни DoughBoy - MemoTheMafioso
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My
heart
cold,
mind
gone,
with
a
mouth
full
of
gold
I'm
a
doughboy,
gettin'
money
all
that
I
know
Self-made,
bread-winner,
no
one
showed
me
the
ropes
The
Don
dada,
shot-caller,
no
one
puttin'
me
on
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
soul,
boy,
I
stay
with
a
po'
If
anybody
finna
Bol,
then
his
body
get
rolled
(yeah)
I'on
care
'bout
opinions,
I
just
say
what
I
know
I'm
a
doughboy,
get
it
'til
the
day
that
I'm
gone
I
make
M's
not
friends,
so
our
circle
is
closed
The
real
doughboy,
gettin'
money
all
that
I
know
I
could
flip
a
hunnid
times
and
I
still
need
mo'
Go-getter,
bread-winner,
bitch,
I
fiend
for
the
dope
First
time
I
touch
tens
said,
"I
need
ten
more"
Throw
some
bands
up
in
the
trap,
get
it
back
ten
fold
I'm
a
hustler
and
a
player,
bitch,
I
play
both
roles
I
gotta
love-hate
relationship
with
money
and
hoes
I
know
the
real
gon'
relate,
I
know
the
fake
gon'
hate
Praise
the
motherfucking
real,
if
you
ain't
then
you
late
All
the
lames
speaking
on
me
'cause
I
do
what
they
can't
Every
time
I
make
a
flip,
I
put
some
bands
in
a
safe
I
make
plays
count,
cake
off
of
the
risks
that
I
take
I
can
hear
yo'
stomach
achin'
cause
the
risk
ain't
made
Big
bank
or
little
bank,
what
the
fuck
do
ya
think?
If
you
ain't
adding,
you
subtracting,
get
the
fuck
out
the
way
My
heart
cold,
mind
gone,
with
a
mouth
full
of
gold
I'm
a
doughboy,
gettin'
money
all
that
I
know
Self-made,
bread-winner,
no
one
showed
me
the
ropes
The
Don
dada,
shot-caller,
no
one
puttin'
me
on
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
soul,
boy,
I
stay
with
a
po'
If
anybody
finna
Bol,
then
his
body
get
rolled
I'on
care
'bout
opinions,
I
just
say
what
I
know
I'm
a
doughboy,
get
it
'til
the
day
that
I'm
gone
And
for
these
dead
presidents,
we
knock
his
head
off
his
throat
Five
piece,
one
play,
you
ain't
seen
that
before
Whatchu
need?
Bet
I
got
it,
come
and
cop
for
the
low
I'm
either
runnin'
up
a
check,
or
with
the
work
on
the
road
I
can
teach
you
30
times
how
to
ball
like
a
pro
And
I
could
teach
you
30
mo'
and
you'd
still
be
broke
I
flip
a
gram
to
a
O,
turn
a
bitch
to
a
hoe
Only
dollars
making
sense,
and
that's
all
that
I
know
I'ma
fiend
for
the
guap,
bitch,
I'm
part
of
the
mob
I
count
cake,
runnin'
clocks,
swear
this
shit
don't
stop
Got
a
dollar
from
a
dime
and
started
huggin'
the
block
Since
then,
past
ten,
I've
been
thumbin'
through
knots
I
been
on
top,
the
opps
really
been
all
talk
I
can
tell
he
pump
fakin'
from
the
way
that
he
walk
Pave
lanes,
make
change,
that's
the
way
I
was
taught
Applying
pressure
at
they
necks,
'til
they
line
me
in
chalk
(that's
on
the
mob)
My
heart
cold,
mind
gone,
with
a
mouth
full
of
gold
I'm
a
doughboy,
gettin'
money
all
that
I
know
Self-made,
bread-winner,
no
one
showed
me
the
ropes
The
Don
dada,
shot-caller,
no
one
puttin'
me
on
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
soul,
boy,
I
stay
with
a
po'
If
anybody
finna
Bol,
then
his
body
get
rolled
I'on
care
'bout
opinions,
I
just
say
what
I
know
I'm
a
doughboy,
get
it
'til
the
day
that
I'm
gone
My
heart
cold,
mind
gone,
with
a
mouth
full
of
gold
I'm
a
doughboy,
gettin'
money
all
that
I
know
Self-made,
bread-winner,
no
one
showed
me
the
ropes
The
Don
dada,
shot-caller,
no
one
puttin'
me
on
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
soul,
boy,
I
stay
with
a
po'
If
anybody
finna
Bol,
then
his
body
get
rolled
I'on
care
'bout
opinions,
I
just
say
what
I
know
I'm
a
doughboy,
get
it
'til
the
day
that
I'm
gone
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