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Doja Cat – PISS Lyrics

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Oh, you found a pocket, oh, I’ve got a locket
And if I could just show you this docket
Then, we could go
We could get a profit
(AP, CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (Yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passing on yo’ bitch (Yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this, all my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss

All yo’ boys look like the Backstreets
I just hit the roll, look like Mary-Kate and Ashley
He don’t like no bats, but he busting on my back piece
Muscle in my clique, nigga, you ain’t pushin’ past me (Yeah, yeah)
All I see is long lines, money love me long time
All we got is face cards, you could put that on mine
Fit look like shit, nigga, wouldn’t put that online
Bit how I dress, but you never got that co-sign

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All my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (All my, yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passing on yo’ bitch (Yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this, all my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss

Yeah, you can’t see me (Yeah), even through the management (Management)
You can’t be me, you won’t reap the benefits (Benefits)
Body mannequin (Yeah, ay), you know nun’ ’bout fashion, bitch (Fashion, bitch)
These shenanigans, front row next to Janice sitting cute
Get the knee-high, get the boot, you ain’t me and I ain’t you
Gotta pee, I’m off the Goose (Yeah), getting cheese is all I do (Yeah)
All these females ride caboose, look like pee all on my jewels
I’ma teach ’em all the rules, monkey see, so monkey do

All my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (Yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passing on yo’ bitch (Yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this, all my diamonds look like piss (Yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss

Don’t nothing come to sleep on your dream
So, as much as you sleep and you get depressed and you stand around and
Just mope around about that shit
Cut that shit out, go after your dreams, you got this rap shit
You got this acting shit, you got all this shit in the bag, man
I believe in you
So, call me back, peace

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