CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dookie Season
Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?
We sit around, spark the 'Woods up but this is not a camp
got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp
Bust the SPA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance
Lil' boujee b*t*h with the grip, pu**y got some clamps
Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan
Underwater f**king on yo b*t*h, I'm the Aquaman
I been getting money since n***as was selling five for ten
In the bay going [?] watch a n***a ghost ride the Benz
I'ma jam the chip and slide, never f**ked with pots and pans
Stepping on sh*t with two straps, I'm the Prada Man
Dunking with the chop, knock yo wig off like Juwanna Mann
In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans
Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands
When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends
Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic
Me and bro gon' f**k around and make some of the hottest sh*t
I swear to God, no cap
Sliding through the city with a .30 like Ordóñez
Out of town, cheating on my b*t*h, told her my phone dead
She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head
Bust a nut, b*t*h kept going, told her to go 'head
Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head
Sick of Sprite so I dumped the sixth of Wock' in the cold red
n***a, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red
If I don't come the 'Miris or the purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it
Would've hit yo b*t*h but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning
Lil' boujee b*t*h gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned
SB and RMC, we sh*tting, this the dookie season
Girly stay solid to my n***a but the coochie cheating
you are not truly needed
Fat n***a, I can't wear Balmains, I'ma Gucci jean it
Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters
I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater
You gave her four Percs just to f**k, you a coochie creeper
Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater
Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner
RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped
Cup is so motherf**king dark, it can't be popped
Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took [?] spot
I just bought a black-out, the same one [?] got
Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs
.45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun
Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug
Bought my new b*t*h a big bag, the Chanel one
Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz
Tron got thirty cards on him, now I think he sell [?]
Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch
b*t*h, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up
We sit around, spark the 'Woods up but this is not a camp
got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp
Bust the SPA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance
Lil' boujee b*t*h with the grip, pu**y got some clamps
Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan
Underwater f**king on yo b*t*h, I'm the Aquaman
I been getting money since n***as was selling five for ten
In the bay going [?] watch a n***a ghost ride the Benz
I'ma jam the chip and slide, never f**ked with pots and pans
Stepping on sh*t with two straps, I'm the Prada Man
Dunking with the chop, knock yo wig off like Juwanna Mann
In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans
Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands
When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends
Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic
Me and bro gon' f**k around and make some of the hottest sh*t
I swear to God, no cap
Sliding through the city with a .30 like Ordóñez
Out of town, cheating on my b*t*h, told her my phone dead
She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head
Bust a nut, b*t*h kept going, told her to go 'head
Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head
Sick of Sprite so I dumped the sixth of Wock' in the cold red
n***a, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red
If I don't come the 'Miris or the purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it
Would've hit yo b*t*h but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning
Lil' boujee b*t*h gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned
SB and RMC, we sh*tting, this the dookie season
Girly stay solid to my n***a but the coochie cheating
you are not truly needed
Fat n***a, I can't wear Balmains, I'ma Gucci jean it
Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters
I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater
You gave her four Percs just to f**k, you a coochie creeper
Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater
Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner
RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped
Cup is so motherf**king dark, it can't be popped
Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took [?] spot
I just bought a black-out, the same one [?] got
Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs
.45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun
Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug
Bought my new b*t*h a big bag, the Chanel one
Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz
Tron got thirty cards on him, now I think he sell [?]
Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch
b*t*h, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up
