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doodie lo - tweakers lyrics

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
if i’m on yo’ ass, i’m on yo’ ass, f+ck who you know

when this sh+t be on the floor, they know i’ma shoot, for sure (fah)
when i find out ’bout they hideout, n+ggas better move they lo’ (huh)

when we pop out wit’ them switches, we put n+ggas on a shirt
them ten mill’ bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk (huh)
call my .45 dirty, b+tch, we gettin’ n+ggas burnt
we be spinnin’ like a cd, go back, we tryna repeat
the k!llas know it mean pull up, i’m out herе yellin’, “skee+yee” (huh)
when i yell, “yee+yee,” thеm boys know to rob somethin’

[verse 2: rob49]
that lil’ ten bag wasn’t enough, we puttin’ a hundred on lil’ son
i can’t say too much on whacks, they know we slump sh+t where i’m from
want him dead? yeah, f+ck him, we don’t care ’bout who he know
7.62s leave a f+ckboy bald+head like doodie lo
f+ck wit’ sk!lla, that’s my n+gga, if i catch dude, i’ma k!ll him
vulture in that trailblazer shootin’ sh+t like dame lillard
i’m that one that pressed dude, lotta said that he ain’t in it
i been in my feelings lately, i keep takin’ paink!llers (hoo)
i ain’t ever like them n+ggas, no, i’m tryna tell you, huh
stop wit’ all that sneak+ass smoke and we inhale it, n+gga
i know n+ggas who snaked out they dog, and i don’t feel it
all i want is cuz’ in this car ’cause he a k!lla, huh
woke up and just like dank, huh
crack house always stank, huh
potion look like paint, huh
codeine look like paint, n+gga
49, he got rank, huh, i could pull some strings in here
real dog n+gga, big 49 done f+cked some famous b+tches
[verse 3: doodie lo]
i got a 30 on my waist, he a l!ck, well, let’s rob somethin’
we was drillin’, wakin’ up in the morning about five somethin’
why the f+ck that n+gga tuckin’ his jewelry? ’cause the guys comin’
i’m wit’ k!llers, n+gga, ain’t no security, i ain’t hidin’ nothin’
i put that money on his head (yeah)
play wit’ me, you dead (b+tch)
them k!llas, they gon’ do whatever i say like simon says (go)
i’m a bald+head, rich n+gga, hit him in them dreads
n+gga did too much talkin’, b+tch, you sent him to the feds
in detroit, i’m at coney island, posted up wit’ sk!lla
on the internet, we don’t react, folks already k!lled him
we done caught his goofy ass, he playin’ monkey in the middle
f+ck, i think i’m kinda rusty, i ain’t spin up in a minute

[verse 4: rob49]
he still spinnin’ every day, i guess some n+ggas never learn
i know n+gga super turnt, but they ain’t takin’ care they children
that ten milli’ hit like usher, tryna let a n+gga burn
i be stayin’ to myself, but i won’t get dude hurt
lord, i be outside late, alright
i’m tryna go catch a play, alright
you f+cked who? i don’t like dude, tell him stay from out the way, b+tch
he a two+time felon, how you let bro catch a case? (hoo)
when them n+ggas can’t be ‘part of some sh+t, they start to hate
johnny manziel, i touch down and cause h+ll (yeah)
[outro: rob49]
yeah, big 49, big 4god
playin’ wit’ a n+gga, krazy man

- doodie lo lyrics

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