big flock – doodle bob lyrics
[hook]
n+ggas sketchy i don’t know who to rob
i be slangin’ that lead like i’m doodle bob
i was stuck in that cell, i ain’t know who to call
stressin’ out cause they cut them computers off
we ain’t talkin’ bout food, blow you up like a soup
that just mean that we knockin’ your noodle off
my bro could’ve went to the league but he stuck in the streets
but he still playing shooting guard
i’m in love with the lemon, i’m in love with my drac, i ain’t loving no women
i’m in love with the liquor, i’m loving the fact that it don’t help me remember sh+t
see my dawg in the streets, they’ll remember it
love to beef like i’m working at tender rib
my dawg want appeals, not no benadryl
tryna shine like the head that’s on little bill
[verse]
better not send no b+tch down here, you gon’ get her ass spanked on this booty call
my bro one purpin’ ass n+gga, he’ll catch him a opp and walk down with his jewelry on
a hundred degrees got my hoodie on
my youngin’ got a chop in his dip with a tank top on
n+gga keep him that fully on him, used to call his ass squid ’cause he fully armed
free my n+gga james he could’ve went corporate
he just beat him a body out norfolk
but he still gotta go see ohio and revisit them victims he tortured
gotta stand on all business, enforce it
youngin’ spinnin’ just cause, they enjoy it
the bags fly on the plane, they deployin’
baggin’ n+ggas my only employment
[hook]
n+ggas sketchy i don’t know who to rob
i be slangin’ that lead like i’m doodle bob
i was stuck in that cell, i ain’t know who to call
stressin’ out cause they cut them computers off
we ain’t talkin’ bout food, blow you up like a soup
that just mean that we knockin’ your noodle off
my bro could’ve went to the league but he stuck in the streets
but he still playing shooting guard
i’m in love with the lemon, i’m in love with my drac, i ain’t loving no women
i’m in love with the liquor, i’m loving the fact that it don’t help me remember sh+t
see my dawg in the streets, they’ll remember it
love to beef like i’m working at tender rib
my dawg want appeals, not no benadryl
tryna shine like the head that’s on little bill
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