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dookie shoe - yn jay lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(ooooh, sav k!lled it)
sav, man, why you do that man?

[verse 1: yn jay]
i just beat her off a oxycontin, made my leg lock
i just f*cked this one b*tch named nicki, made my bed rock
hollow bullets hit him in his head, make his dreads lock
i just bought a laser, just so i can see the red dot
i just stepped on some dog sh*t, i got a dookie shoe
buzz told me stack it and i did, shout out to the [?]
came up off of good music, shout out to the booth
boy you need to get yourself together, out here lookin’ loose
i just bought some trick dice, do you wanna shoot?
why you keep buyin’ cut lean? do you wanna p**p?
and i got a little bit of that (shhh), do you wanna oop?
oh you seen me at that party, i ain’t notice you
i been through my ups and downs, like roller coasters do
i can make you fall in love, just like a potion do?
that p*ssy be so wet, just like a ocean [?]
put it in her face, she gon [?]
i been out here trippin’, [?]

[verse 2: lil yachty]
(boat!)
6 b*tches in my room, off the [?]
one b*tch got a big head, hat size papoose
speakin’ of some head, i just got some, [?]
one b*tch booty so big, she the mother moose
get that sh*t done for your brother, i’ma cover you
i don’t move like them other n*ggas, that’s that other dude
i don’t like f*ckin’ new york b*tches, they be h*lla rude
2 twin glocks get it done, [?]
money in the glare look like [?], i can’t stand the rain
she probably think i’m ugly, but she still duck my [?]
bro just sold you mid not exotic, you the color green
i’m a nervous n*gga keep that chop, like i’m cuttin’ trees
i know n*ggas [?], [?] sellin’ p’s
on my p’s and q’s every time, need a w
i don’t need no l’s unless it’s lean, [?]
[?] thick b*tch ride my d*ck, like a baby bicycle
hit my brother blunt it hit me back, hard as mike tyson
f*ck your stupid ass smokin’ weed for? it wasn’t [?]
i’ma stick to the color purple, like a fan of vikings
my b*tch shake the hair off, cause she started [?]
wanna buy a foreign chevy truck, [?]
someone need to teach my how to gamble, or i’ma start strikin’
better hide your b*tch from my sight, before i start pipin’

- yn jay lyrics

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