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doodie lo & big30 - 4 rings lyrics

[intro: big30]
blrrrd, blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ricky rich, i love your beats)
big blrrrd, ayy

[verse 1: big30]
i got like four rings on right now, ain’t sh+t ’bout me cheap
this one’s a [?] truck, not a benz truck, this a g+wagon 63, ho
how many cars i got? ’bout seven, how many houses? sh+t, four
and i’m crippin’, that’s for sure, eastside was baby loc (crip, crip)
i’m sippin’ red with a canadian, she said she ovo
i’m sippin’ tris’ with your b+tch or i’m sippin’ wock’ with your ho (your ho)
bald head man with the fifty, oh, that’s doodie lo
he just look like that, don’t play with him, he really shoot at folk
that’s an instant my bag come, my n+gga ‘nem shoot to k!ll
ain’t payin’ no rat to put in work, my n+gga ‘nem do the drills
hope n0body don’t tell my mama i done popped fifteen of these pills
she don’t like that sh+t at all, but she don’t feel how i feel
she don’t k!ll how i k!ll
she ain’t goin’ on these drills
she ain’t seen a n+gga hit up [?] like somethin’ spillеd
i been f+cked up off these mеds since i ever popped a pill
i’m so quick to let somethin’ die and i ain’t never stopped the drill, blrrrd, blrrrd

[chorus: doodie lo]
you ain’t seen what i seen, i can’t tell you what i saw
you ain’t lost what i lost, that’s what turned me to a boss (that’s what turned me to a boss)
can’t call you a big dog if you ever sent ’em off (if you ever sent ’em off)
y’all be fightin’ over hoes, but i love her for her mouth (b+tch)
[verse 2: doodie lo]
you ain’t hoppin’ on the flights, i ain’t never took a drought (never took a)
we ain’t f+ck my t++th up, i put twenty in my mouth (i put twenty on my mouth)
put a hundred on my wrist (bling), put two hundred on my neck (blaow)
put ’bout fifty on my pinky (my pinky), i’m just buildin’ up my sack (buildin’ up my—)
i be tryna hide my cup, ain’t tryna hear my mama fuss (hear my mama fuss)
she told me, “just stop the xannies,” but made me get on the bus (but made get on the—)
now i got the finer things, bottega designer jeans
and f+ckin’ up on these models and sell ’em a lot of drink (b+tch)
six hundred up in the safe, throw ones up in her face (her face)
my gun up in this place, don’t run, you get erased
she fine, i buy her lace, f+ck once and give her sp+ce
she rock with my lean gut and daddy get in shape (b+tch)

[chorus: doodie lo]
you ain’t seen what i seen, i can’t tell you what i saw (i can’t tell you what i saw)
you ain’t lost what i lost, that’s what turned me to a boss (that’s what turned me to a boss)
can’t call you a big dog if you ever sent ’em off (if you ever sent ’em off)
y’all be fightin’ over hoes, but i love her for her mouth (but i love her for her mouth)
you ain’t seen what i seen, i can’t tell you what i saw (i can’t tell you what i saw)
you ain’t lost what i lost, that’s what turned me to a boss (that’s what turned me to a boss)
can’t call you a big dog if you ever sent ’em off (if you ever sent ’em off)
y’all be fightin’ over hoes, but i love her for her mouth (but i love her for her mouth, n+gga, ayy, b+tch)

[outro: doodie lo]
big doodie lo, n+gga
ayy, big30, you up, n+gga
n+gga, from kankakee to k!llbranch, n+gga, they know what’s up with us, n+gga

- doodie lo big30 lyrics

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