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doodie lo - bald head rich nigga (bhrn) lyrics

[intro]
ayy, n+gga, ayy, n+gga, ayy
big doodie lo, big doodie lo, n+gga, ayy
big doodie lo
(ayy, pull up, lam) ayy

[chorus]
i’m a lit n+gga, bald head, rich n+gga, you’s a b+tch, n+gga (b+tch, n+gga)
ten k on the fit, n+gga (fit, n+gga), i got them bricks, n+gga (bricks, n+gga)
i’m a rapper, but i’ll still hit a l!ck, n+gga (hit a l!ck, n+gga)
body bag a n+gga, all you hear is zip, n+gga (zip, n+gga)
you could call it jesse white how we flip n+ggas (how we flip n+ggas)
and my pockets full of blues like my crip n+ggas (my crip sh+ts)
run in your house and take your sh+t like i’m the grinch, n+gga (grinch, n+gga)
not gon’ argue ’bout not b+tch, i ain’t no simp, n+gga (simp, n+gga)

[verse 1]
i put my city on my back, i got my clique with me
that n+gga tweakin’ on the ‘net, foenem gon’ get busy
you love that b+tch, that b+tch a rat, she f+cked ’bout six cities (d+mn, d+mn)
you bought her big titties (big titties)
i bought like ten switches
just k!lled ’bout six n+ggas (’bout six n+ggas)
my k!llers still spinnin’
took a loss, i’m still winnin’
spent a m, i’m still spendin’
drunk a pint, i’m a real gremlin
these hoes can’t deal with me
if we ain’t f+ckin’, can’t chill with me
stupid+ass b+tch
[chorus]
i’m a lit n+gga, bald head, rich n+gga, you’s a b+tch, n+gga (b+tch, n+gga)
ten k on the fit, n+gga (fit, n+gga), i got them bricks, n+gga (bricks, n+gga)
i’m a rapper, but i’ll still hit a l!ck, n+gga (hit a l!ck, n+gga)
body bag a n+gga, all you hear is zip, n+gga (zip, n+gga)
you could call it jesse white how we flip n+ggas (how we flip n+ggas)
and my pockets full of blues like my crip n+ggas (my crip sh+ts)
run in your house and take your sh+t like i’m the grinch, n+gga (grinch, n+gga)
not gon’ argue ’bout not b+tch, i ain’t no simp, n+gga

[verse 2]
i’m big lo (big lo), just drop lo’, you want smoke, we at your front door (we at your front door)
no backdoor, that’s fact, bro, this ain’t no cap, though (this ain’t no bap, bro)
finesse her, my fat ho, she gettin’ tax broke (tax broke)
she breakin’ bread, she keep me fed, i’m gettin’ fat, though
finessin’, i been runnin’ up a check (i’m runnin’ up a check)
audemars with patek (‘tek), i’ma pop it ’til my death
i’ma drop him for respect (respect), don’t be playin’ with a vec’ (rrr)
we be sprayin’, makin’ a mess (frr)
and when you aim it, hit that chest, n+gga
he wish he had the vest on (vest on)
they tired of gettin’ stepped on (tired of gettin’ stepped on)
remember i was slept on, went to war with the best of ’em (b+tch)
treat these n+ggas like my step+sons (like my step+sons, n+gga)
they play with me, i put a check on ’em, b+tch (gang, gang, gang)
[chorus]
i’m a lit n+gga (lit), bald head, rich n+gga (bald head, rich n+gga), you’s a b+tch, n+gga (b+tch, n+gga)
ten k on the fit, n+gga (fit), i got them bricks, n+gga (i got them bricks, n+gga)
i’m a rapper, but i’ll still hit a l!ck, n+gga (i’ll hit a l!ck, n+gga)
body bag a n+gga, all you hear is zip, n+gga (zip, n+gga)
you could call it jesse white how we flip n+ggas (how we flip n+ggas)
and my pockets full of blues like my crip n+ggas (my crip sh+ts)
run in your house and take your sh+t like i’m the grinch, n+gga (grinch, n+gga)
not gon’ argue ’bout not b+tch, i ain’t no simp, n+gga (simp, n+gga)

[outro]
big doodie lo, big doodie lo (phew, phew)
big doodie lo, big doodie lo, big doodie lo, n+gga (phew, phew, phew)
run in your house, take your sh+t, n+gga
free all the guys, b+tch

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