Doechii - What It Is (Block Boy) feat. Kodak Black [Official Video]

Hip Hop & Rap

Année2023

Durée3m

Regarder maintenant

7.6

Stream//Download "What It Is" (Versions) here: https://doechii.lnk.to/WhatItIs Follow Doechii Everywhere: Instagram: https://doechii.lnk.to/Instagram TikTok: https://doechii.lnk.to/TikTok Twitter: https://doechii.lnk.to/Twitter Facebook: https://doechii.lnk.to/facebook Stream Doechii Everywhere: Spotify: https://doechii.lnk.to/Spotify Apple Music: https://doechii.lnk.to/applemusic Tidal: https://doechii.lnk.to/Tidal Soundcloud: https://doechii.lnk.to/soundcloud Subscribe to Doechii's YouTube here: https://doechii.lnk.to/YouTube #Doechii #WhatItIs #KodakBlack Lyrics: What it is hoe What’s up Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up Can’t you see it’s just me and you Panoramic view, that’s my point of view babe All about me- that’s the energy That’s that lemon pepper thing I’m a ten-piece baby Bedroom bully in the bando He gonna make it flip Do it with no handles Never switching sides, Only switching angles Oooo we go crazy like Rambo What it is hoe What’s up Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up What it is hoe What’s up Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up Hit ‘em up, Hit ‘em up in a truck Got it tucked He get it up, like its stuck All night, I like You ain’t gotta say when you know its onsite [Kodak Verse] She got everything he wanted A nice body, ass fat Behind every gangster, a shawty solid that got his back He know who to come to every time the world handle him bad The one he call first, but still he always put her last I’m pouring out the glass, My body fighting off that gas On smokebox I kill ‘em That zaza pack kicking my ass The studio dozing, All I can keep from all this sleep I hate that for you niggas Ain’t got no bread, but trying to beef Being black in America is the hardest thing to be Every thug need a little love too, Baby how ‘bout