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trill hill - doobie doobie lyrics

[trill hill]
(yeah, trilla, yeah)
(f-ck with me bro, f-ck with me)
(there’s one take for ya b-tch -ss, n-gg-, sh-t)

[verse 1: trill hill]
rolling with my lonesome
hoping i become someone, i’m feeling like i’m chosen
probably not the only one
my mind is on becoming one
feeling sorta, kinda numb
screaming “f-ck em all” and “f-ck the world until she c-m”
that was cliché, i just had to say
there’s never really bad days if you still breathing
i stopped making music and a n-gg- started fiending
i’m just tryna make it big man there’s nothing wrong with dreaming
i done came a long way from taking public transportation with my n-gg-s after school
tryna jab at the ladies like “baby what it do?”
life be going fast
sh-t ain’t been the same since my patna p-ssed, i’m off the gas
smoking on the wood
baby girl, what you doin, what’s your plans, where your mans?
spotted shorty quick with all that -ss up in the pants
had a n-gg- frozen like “d-mn”
everybody know the kid go h.a.m
straight to the money
no schemes, no scams, n-gg- get it how you can
sticking to the plan
we all on a mission
thinking bout the days of fishing, i ain’t talking ’bout the ocean
we was outside the liquor store
fishing for a bottle, that’s my type of fishing n-gg-
most these [?] rap n-gg-s speaking f-ckin fiction n-gg-
i ain’t hatin, sneak dissin, nothin
all i’m tryna say is practice what you preach
if you got a f-ckin problem you can see me in them streets

[hook: $haka zulu]
like doobie doobie doobie doobie
i smoke doobies and i do it like a lot uh i need money
and i wanna make a lot uh
shawty shawty i’m a rasta at your motherf-ckin concert
smokin ganja at your concert
smokin ganja, hey
doobie doobie doobie doobie
i smoke doobies and i do it like a lot uh i need money
and i love to make a lot uh
i need motherf-ckin reefer in my motherf-ckin lungs
i need motherf-ckin reefer, i’m the motherf-ckin one, gang

[verse 2: khalil menace (of cide)]
[?] smoothly
it’s the “oooh he smell like doobies”
menace poppin’, ganja tuckin’, rasta driftin’ through a [?]
[?] hold on to their toolies
my side comin’ through unruly
rappers h-lla cabbage patch
but talking’ big beef like [?]
young -ss-ssin from the southeast, and you know he we be doin’
where the fist-bangin’, the word-slanging’, it’s a shame how we gon’ do ’em
cide, ok? i’m super saiyan, knock on your door like “how we doin’?”
[?] shotta with the pop-up, like the ads on online movies
so cut the tough sh-t, like leather barbers
[?] for the starting lineup
sick heat, like dragons cough up
please sleep on me like starbus
too solid [?] to my [?] no flexin’ or cappin’
the cleanest smoker shown’ up so wipe me down [?] some napkins
toilet tissue, i’m the sh-t dude
’bout to stain and flush rappers
rhythmic issues for your mental, try to keep up like captions
then i peel like citrus fruits, feelin’ mad crisp like an apple
[?] on squares like tile
watch all these flows i dismantle
i’m [?]
i switch the mentions on my dolo
[?]
[?] posted with that four-o
no patronizing thoughts or p-ssy clots
we get this dough doe
can’t fraternize with ops, i leave ’em leanin’ like they cholos
i might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
i might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
[closing bridge: khalil menace (of cide)]
doobie doobie doobie doobie, i smoke doobies, that’s a lot
n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout that [?], well i do that sh-t a lot
i be with fornever and you know we always smokin’ pot
i am [?] at your show, yeah i’m h-lla rastaclat
(what, cide)

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