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doodie lo - pray 4 forgiveness lyrics

[intro: doodie lo]
(ayo, fatboi, let me hit this up)
doodie in the b+tch, ayy
(my n+gga brando been sick with it) oh, oh
(say brando, what this hitting for?)

[verse 1: doodie lo]
you don’t even know i seen your text (text)
why you come and f+ck around with me? you gon’ be next (you gon’ be next)
i was just on the plane for three days and i ain’t get rest (and i ain’t get rest)
ask momma, i was fourteen when i left the nest (when i left the rest)
i just wish the best for them
militant, i’m movin’ like the president (i’m movin’ like the president)
a lot of family members nevеr been to my residence (nеver been to my residence)
i just got some trust issues, sh+t, i ain’t better than (better than)
i be talkin’ to the mic’, i’m spittin’ like a reverend (spittin’ like a reverend)
tell ’em feed me beats, feed me beats, l’ma act a fool (act a fool)
if i see you creep when i sleep, you better not make a move (better not make a move)
when i leave studio, it’s in the morning, take my kids to school (take ’em to school)
how you askin’ me for money? ain’t n0body make the news (ain’t make the news)
all of this sh+t comin’ from the soul, it’s feelin’ like the blues (feelin’ like the blues)
i ain’t poppin’ percs, everybody dyin’ off the blues (off the blues)
don’t put me on a shirt when i die or i’m huntin’ you (huntin’ you)
all i want you do is to k!ll, that ain’t nothin’ new

[chorus: doodie lo]
posted in the trenches
he gon’ die ’cause he’s sturn for these b+tches
no lie, sh+t, i started out the kitchen
allah, i pray for forgiveness
posted in the trenches
he gon’ die ’cause he’s sturn for these b+tches
no lie, sh+t, i started out the kitchen
allah, i pray for forgiveness
[verse 2: fredo bang]
ayy, hmm, k!ller turned rapper, tryna get it in the studio (ayy, in the studio)
r.i.p. von, n+gga, it’s just me and doodie lo (it’s just me and doodie lo)
convicted felon, still keep my weapon, gotta keep it low (grrt)
just tryna make a livin’, why these people kickin’ in my door? (yeah, yeah)
all these youngins, he a mad man (he a mad man)
he say he tryna turn a p+ssy+ass n+gga to a hashtag (bah, bah, bah)
we put belt to ass like a granddad (like a grandad)
he jumpin’ states, we on his ass soon as he land back (b+tch, b+tch)
huh, murder on my mind, i close my eyes, i see nothin’ but blood
i stay to myself, these n+ggas drawin’, they tryna tweet the sub
shoutout to the ones that left me hangin’, it wasn’t really love
f+ckin’ on this b+tch, we stamped her brother, i won’t tell her nothin’

- doodie lo lyrics

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