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Doodie Lo
Featuring(s) : Trippie Redd
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[Doodie Lo] (Now it's not magic, but it looks magical) This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Ayy Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo [Doodie Lo] What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind is goin' crazy How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it Fuck them niggas that be hatin', I know real Z's they Haitian We eat golden rice, they say I am what I eat I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt Niggas dissin' V. Roy, that's really gonna get 'em hurt We just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show Why that nigga talkin' like he official? Niggas the softest tissue And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you Fuck it, kill all them niggas, I ain't gonna argue with you Caught him had his father with him, past you a father, nigga They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you a artist, nigga" I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me Ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time [Doodie Lo] They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now" Gotta watch how I move now 'cause I'm a star now Never put my guards down Sold dope, tar brown I was sippin' lotta syrp Smoke dope, no Durk Xanax, no Perc' Studio, no shirt Never claim yo' worth Slime me out, it won't work Put a bitch on you Duck, switch, don't move Fucked up, wrong dude Boom, boom, fuck dude [Trippie Redd] Livin' in his life of sin, All I wanna do is win Pullin' up with FNs, aim 'em at your damn lid What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig Bitch, you know that I'm the G.O.A.T., stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs Step on shit, we Gucci ho', I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke Pull up in that foreign ho', slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo Lookin' like a D boy, peanut butter seats, boy From the block we destroy, R.I.P. V. Roy [Doodie Lo] They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now" Gotta watch how I move now 'cause I'm a star now Never put my guards down Sold dope, tar brown I was sippin' lotta syrp Smoke dope, no Durk Xanax, no Perc' Studio, no shirt Never claim yo' worth Slime me out, it won't work Put a bitch on you Duck, switch, don't move Fucked up, wrong dude Boom, boom, fuck dude Bitch
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