“D.M.B.” lyrics

Yeah
Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes
Let me find out that you phony, too, yeah
Fake homies do turn to fake—

Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, hold my gun
Load it up, count my slugs
(Dats my bitch) Yeah, they don’t know nothin’
Roll my blunt, eat my bitch (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (Dats my bitch)
(Dats my bitch) They don’t know nothin’
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, rub my gut
Rub your butt, be my slut
Beat my cunt, yeah, so what
Fuck dem hoes (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
Fuck they talking ’bout? (Dats my bitch)
‘Cause they don’t know nothin’

Time to call it what it was
First I thought it wasn’t nothin’
Probably think I want to hit and run
Bad girls wanna have fun
I don’t want no goodie two-shoes, no nun
I ain’t no priest, I ain’t gon’ preach
I don’t want no goodie-goodie, but she still praise Jesus

I share my clothes with my bitch like she my sis
I don’t beat my bitch, I need my bitch
She clean my crib, she feed my friends
She keep my secret, she keep my fridge packed, my freezer lit
That’s how deep I get, negative degrees
What’s the type of bitch I need?

Roll my—, roll my blunt, fill my cup
(Dats my bitch) Eat my bitch, hold my—, hold my—
Load it up, count my slugs
(Dats my bitch) Yeah, they don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, eat my bitch (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (Dats my bitch)
(Dats my bitch) They don’t know—, they don’t know—
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, rub my gut
(I fell in love with you)
Rub your butt, be my slut
Beat my cunt, yeah, so what
(I fell in love with you)
Fuck dem hoes (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Fuck they talking ’bout? (Dats my bitch)
‘Cause they don’t know nothin’

She got big accounts, too
With big amounts, shit you couldn’t count
Just pick a number that you couldn’t count to
Like her atitude, curve a nigga when she didn’t have to
Around the the Lords like the British Council
With all these sticks around you
We could build you a wooden castle
Got a penthouse, see the Bronx zoo
Got a townhouse with a town view
Got surround sound with the top down
Run Allerton up to Soundview
I was lost then, but I found you
Little slim thick with a bounce, too
It’s your tough love that I’m bound to
I fuck it up then it’s round two

Roll my—, roll my blunt, fill my cup
(Dats my bitch) Eat my bitch, hold my—, hold my—
Load it up, count my slugs
(Dats my bitch) Yeah, they don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, eat my bitch (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (Dats my bitch)
(Dats my bitch) They don’t know—, they don’t know—
(I fell in love with you)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, rub my gut
(I fell in love with you)
Rub your butt, be my slut
Beat my cunt, yeah, so what
(I fell in love with you)
Fuck dem hoes (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(I fell in love with you)
Fuck they talking ’bout? (Dats my bitch)
‘Cause they don’t know nothin’

(I fell in love with you)
(I fell in love with you)
(I fell in love with you)
(I fell in love with you)

Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)

Baby
It’s been a little time since we both
Felt full
Since our first encounter
And baby
Don’t let another nigga try my baby girl
You know I’m one call away (I wish a nigga would try)
(I’m a phone call away) It’s nothing
(Shit ain’t nothin’, baby)

And baby (Baby)
You’re my angel and my goddess (You’re my goddess)
When my head get clouded (My head get cloudy, my thoughts get cloudy)
My soulmate (You’re my soulmate, you’re my goddess)
And baby
Took a little time in a gray place
For nothing
Nothing

(Baby)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, hold my gun
(Took a little time in a gray place)
Load it up, count my slugs
(Dats my bitch) Yeah, they don’t know nothin’
(For nothing)
Roll my blunt, eat my bitch (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(Nothing)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (Dats my bitch)
(Dats my bitch) They don’t know nothin’
(And baby)
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, rub my gut
(Took a little time in a gray place)
Rub your butt, be my slut
Beat my cunt, yeah, so what
(For nothing)
Fuck dem hoes (Dats my bitch)
They don’t know nothin’
(Nothing)
Fuck they talking ’bout? (Dats my bitch)
‘Cause they don’t know nothin’

Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)
Hol’ up, hol’ up (I fell in love with you)