Doms Songtext
von Domo Genesis

Shit sound like some Al Green shit, nigga
Yo, Doms, please, hit these niggas
Woo-hoo-hoo, shit
This is perfect
This beat is fucking perfect
Everything is perfect

These big pants go perfect with these shoes
They do
I like this short shoe combination
And I got Capri Sun in here, man
The better
Cold Capri Sun
Bitch, it′s this motherfucker

I'm a motherfucking asshole
It′s natural to act bashful in the presence of niggas
With cash flow
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grass
Grows
Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo


And that, kicking dust, my shit is ridiculous
Quickly put my dick in sluts who nose tend to be
Sticking up
Silly niggas, give it up, no person is sick enough
The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up
Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some fucking
Head work
Talk you into anything, with talking, I'm an expert

Just talking to you niggas and it′s sounding like my
Best work
Best work? For now, yes With every drop I′m better
Better than the rest, these niggas apply pressure
These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these
Niggas
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas

Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas
And I'm still on my bullshit, loc′ing with a full clip
That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit
Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "what′s
Good, bitch?"
Nah, really, what's trilly hood, bitch?
Hair [?], nigga extra mayo


That′s the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow
Show the fuck out, dunk on a nigga and just hang yo
I'mma boss, nigga, fuck what it cost, nigga
You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity
Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy
And these haters won't get my energy
T the C, we did it, G
And I′m higher than an Asian score on SATs
And yeah whatever