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dudeylo – spike lee lyrics

[intro]

ahh, oh my+
like, where the f+ck is he+
oh my god!!
oh my+
where the f+ck is he+
bow bow bow, n+gga
bow bow bow
(it’s that dudeylo n+gga man, every f+cking track ya heard? shot after f+cking shot)
oh my god!

(chorus: dudeylo & bloodie)
summer time and i bet they won’t like me
spin through makin’ movies like spike lee
bow, bullets dirty it’s white tee
put a check on his head like it’s nike
[?] that’s your b+tch while she ride me
eatin’ d+ck while you callin’ her wifie
i know that she yours but i think that she like me
[?] grab the chop if that boy try to fight me

[verse: dudeylo & bloodie]
pop me a perc and start going insane
ahh, on lenox we flockin’ for caine
3 knocks in the v we ain’t stoppin’ for what?
like word to my dead’s we gon’ go on this chase
remember on them courts how we let sh+t bang
on the o but them n+ggas can’t hang
lackin’ makks put sh+t in the frame
lackin makks seen my chops go flame
ay+ayo bloodie like, h+how many n+ggas was runnin’?
up down the steps we was yelling “what’s gunnin’?”
sit back then my n+ggas start huntin’
ayo dudey, why they frontin’?
no v took a bus we was buggin’
40’s start barking, 30 was muzzin’
said my name on his block then you know that we comin’
i’m in love with my gun like a fatal attraction
like she a baddie, she got attachments
a+and if she jam, she know ima slap her
b+but if she don’t, then she know ima clap her
i love my gun cause this b+tch actin ratchet
wherever i bring her, she gettin active
don’t gotta tell her, she make it happen
she make sure i’m st+rdy, i’m never lackin’
like watch how i+
like like, watch how i geek any drop
like different breed ima tweak with my knock
i smoke leroy he dead in a box
gaddy was hot with that jet couldn’t fly
like, they shot him right out of the sky
sh+t a shame how that dumb n+gga died
how many times we done been on they side?
like like, bro put the beam on the+
like, i put the beam on who?
like tryna spin? gotta come with you too
boy get shot if he jackin’ the 2
lotti got left, kal g too
th+they never gunned they was spinnin in groups
where’s the ls that be flockin for lou?
i catch me a l then i’m flockin that too
(chorus: dudeylo & bloodie)
summer time and i bet they won’t like me
spin through makin’ movies like spike lee
bow, bullets dirty it’s white tee
put a check on his head like it’s nike
[?] while she write me
eatin’ d+ck while you callin’ her wifie
i know that she yours but i think that she like me
[?] grab the chop if that boy try to fight me

- dudeylo lyrics

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