"Doc Martens" lyrics
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you-
Nate
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy)
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy, yuh)
Goth bitch, goth clique
Got Doc Martens with the fit (Got Doc Martens with the fit)
Hair died, black tint
Bitch, you know I'm with the shits (You know I'm with the shits)
Chain swang, gun bang, yuh
I'ma make a hit (I'ma make a hit)
Blue eyes, blue skies, bitch, I ain't never quit (Ayy)
Nike swoosh (Swoosh)
White cocaine, ayy (Cocaína)
Feel like $NOT, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs, ayy (Gosha, gosha, gold fangs)
My girl, e-girl, my thang, ayy (My thang)
Don't fuck with these hoes, they all fake, ayy
Like, stop (Ayy, yuh, yuh), tell that bitch to go, ayy
Pass her to the next, because she too much of a hoe, ayy
I don't want no handouts, I be ridin' on my own, ayy
Ditching all these bitches, 'cause I want you for my own, ayy
Like, what? (Like, what?)
What you tryna do? Ayy
All up in my room, counting paper, ones and twos, ayy
Chillin' with you soon, we can smoke up on the roof
Gettin' higher than the moon
Let's go listen to some tunes
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy)
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets, ayy (Want you all up in my sheets, ayy)
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you-
Nate
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy)
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy, yuh)
Goth bitch, goth clique
Got Doc Martens with the fit (Got Doc Martens with the fit)
Hair died, black tint
Bitch, you know I'm with the shits (You know I'm with the shits)
Chain swang, gun bang, yuh
I'ma make a hit (I'ma make a hit)
Blue eyes, blue skies, bitch, I ain't never quit (Ayy)
Nike swoosh (Swoosh)
White cocaine, ayy (Cocaína)
Feel like $NOT, Gosha, Gosha, gold fangs, ayy (Gosha, gosha, gold fangs)
My girl, e-girl, my thang, ayy (My thang)
Don't fuck with these hoes, they all fake, ayy
Like, stop (Ayy, yuh, yuh), tell that bitch to go, ayy
Pass her to the next, because she too much of a hoe, ayy
I don't want no handouts, I be ridin' on my own, ayy
Ditching all these bitches, 'cause I want you for my own, ayy
Like, what? (Like, what?)
What you tryna do? Ayy
All up in my room, counting paper, ones and twos, ayy
Chillin' with you soon, we can smoke up on the roof
Gettin' higher than the moon
Let's go listen to some tunes
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets (Ayy)
Look at my neck, ayy, yuh
Look at the checks, ayy, yuh
Feel like booty call first date
And then the next day, ayy, yuh
Gold chain, long sleeve
Got Margiela's on my feet
Oj in my Gucci bag
I want you all up in my sheets, ayy (Want you all up in my sheets, ayy)
Writer(s): Nathan Fuller, Nathan Portugal
