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throw it in they face - doodie lo lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i just throw it in they face ’cause these n*ggas broke
i be doin’ some sh*t that your n*gga won’t
like beat you down good and don’t pick up the phone
every day, ten thousand just on clothes
but every day, i make twenty thousand, n*gga, just pros
burned a hole in my jeans, but they just clothes
oh, you was tryna pull up the store? bro, they just closed
i know the b*tch lie too much, she got a big nose
they only hit him three times, but found six holes
d*mn, that was a fn
i made forty in the club, but i left ten
shoot the n*gga five times ’cause his head big
heard the n*gga had a p*ssy, he a dead b*tch
why doodie lo just say he need his hair did?
b*tch put on gray leggings, had a bear print
that’s a moose knuckle
four b*tches in one car, i call it coupe stuffin’
tae said all he want for christmas is a new b*tton
i’m only wearin’ air force 1’s, other shoes ugly
i’m just bein’ real
i gotta use both hands ’cause the 10 big
pocket full of hundreds, all my friends dead
finna pop the n*gga top, he got a can head
like, bro, that’s not straight drop, how your red red? like
how your purp’ purple? ain’t no brown to it?
the p*ssy was so good, i had to drive to her
not no little drive, it was five hours
i was born big, but i’ma die larger
i might buy the trx ’cause i don’t like chargers
i was finna do this sh*t for free, but mike charged you
told bro bring a gaffle in the club ’cause they might card him
he young as h*ll, i’m da yung og
we gotta get him off the team, he missed an open three
nate guys’ll give me five million, four cds
and they don’t wanna know when’s the album, it was four eps
stop talkin’ while i’m rappin’, let me focus, please
you just now got on tris, that sh*t old to me
you n*ggas be hoes to me
conversation was so dry, i’m finna go to asleep
let me hold your heat, i ain’t gon’ take it
the halfway house around the corner, but i might not make it
stop actin’ like a pig ‘fore i fry your bacon
b*tch had a pretty face, but i don’t like her ankles
pin a b*tch to the wall, i feel like kurt angle
this sh*t look like maison margiela, got his shirt painted
[verse 2: doodie lo]
this the baldhead n*gga and the sh*t talker (and the sh*t talker)
wanna do a song with me, get a brick off you (get a brick off you)
i was tryna get some lean and a wick off you (and a wick off you)
he ain’t gon’ k!ll sh*t, take his stick off him (b*tch)
and my cup real dirty like flint water (like flint water)
back then, i used to wanna f*ck wayne daughter (f*ck wayne daughter)
but i ain’t do it, i used to ride around and bang carter (bang carter)
ricky owens on the feet, cost dog sh*t (dog sh*t)
pass the ball to your dog and you’re all rich (all rich)
i just drunk some more red, made me nauseous (nauseous)
i just ran a red light ’cause she gorgeous (yeah, she gorgeous)
let me see that liar, i’m recordin’ (i’m recordin’)
if we see an opp, then we scorch him (we scorch him)
remember we was broke like orphans (like orphans)
make her swallow nut, no abortions (b*tch)
put another m to my fortune (let’s get it)
b*tch, free smurk, ho (free bro)
a lot of n*ggas throwin’ salt, but it ain’t work, though (no)
b*tch, your boyfriend lame, he urkel
i’m movin’ slow, it’s the purple (it’s the purple)
i don’t drink green, i’m no turtle (i’m no turtle)
and this is a big chop, it’s gon’ hurt, bro (hurt, bro)
when you catch a hat, better take it the dirt, bro (take it the dirt, bro)
been in my square, i don’t got no circle
frr, that hurt, though (hurt, though)
ridin’ in a bulletproof, tank on e (tank on e)
givin’ out belts, get spanked on me (get spanked, come over here)
poured a lot of tris, now he high now (he high now)
i’m a real hippie, no tie*dye (no tie*dye)
get him gone quick like tada (frr)
ain’t no “see you later,” b*tch, it’s “bye*bye” (bye*bye)
she like, “daddy, i’m your baby,” i’m like, “gaga” (i’m like, “gaga”)
and even when i’m gone, i’m a die hard, b*tch (i’m a die hard, b*tch)
[outro: doodie lo]
haha, ayy, it’s the baldhead rich n*gga, the sh*t talker, n*gga
otf, ghetto boyz, y’all know how we comin’, free smurk
whole lot of gang sh*t
like, we done drunk a pint of this b*tch, like, two of these b*tches, man

- doodie lo lyrics

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