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letra de disbelief - doodie lo

[intro: doodie lo]
ayy, this sh-t, man
you know this sh-t a gift and a curse
at the same time, you know you gotta be built for this sh-t
that’s why i’m big, big doodie lo, you know? (big doodie lo, baby)
i came from the jungle, i came from the jungle, like, it’s the trenches
the real trench, you know?
otf (b-tch)

[chorus: doodie lo]
you was in love with the money (in love with the money), i was in love with the block (i was in love with the block)
you was in love with these b-tches (in love with these b-tches), i was in love with the top (i was in love with the top)
i don’t even trust that b-tch (i don’t trust that b-tch), she hang with my opps (she hang with my opps)
and i don’t trust these n-ggas (i don’t trust these n-ggas), i only trust my glock (i only trust my glock)
don’t be playin’ with a gangster, i’m thirsty for a k!ll (i’m thirsty for a k!ll)
if i call you my brother, you ain’t never gotta steal (you ain’t never gotta steal)
i don’t even like to cry (cry), that mean somebody gotta die (somebody gotta die)
why you do me like that? i see it all in your eyes (i see it all in your eyes)

[verse: doodie lo]
why you talk to hoes? pillow talkin’, you tellin’ her about bodies (about bodies)
how you ‘posed to be my partner and you tryna count my pockets (huh?)
i don’t count fame (i don’t count fame), what i did for you, that’s from the heart (from the heart)
i just wanna see my homie up, he was with me from the start (with me from the start)
b-tch, my brothers wanna f-ck you (wanna f-ck you), ain’t no guns, we gon’ knuckle up (we gon’ knuckle up)
you could’ve been on the track with me and you done f-cked it up (and you done f-cked it up)
that’s why my heart cold now (my heart cold now), need wockhardt just to dose out (wockhardt)
mention my name in the city, i swear i bring them hoes out
and you see what i just did (what i just did) and i know what you would do (what you would do)
i ain’t gon’ lie, you took a pole for me, so l won’t hit the news (finish)
i’m probably in my feelings right now (yeah, right now) ’cause i wasn’t expecting you (wasn’t expecting you, yeah)
i went against my pops, n-gga, just to stand next to you (gang)
[chorus: doodie lo & icewear vezzo]
you was in love with the money, i was in love with the block (i was in love with the block)
you was in love with these b-tches (in love with these b-tches), i was in love with the top (was in love with the top)
i don’t even trust that b-tch (i don’t trust that b-tch), she hang with my opps (she hang with my opps)
and i don’t trust these n-ggas (i don’t trust these n-ggas), i only trust my glock (boom, boom, boom)
don’t be playin’ with a gangster, i’m thirsty for a k!ll (i’m thirsty for a k!ll, phew, phew, phew, phew)
if i call you my brother, you ain’t never gotta steal (you ain’t never gotta steal, phew, phew, phew, phew)
i don’t even like to cry (cry), that mean somebody gotta die (somebody gotta die, yeah, yeah)
why you do me like that? (huh?) i see it all in your eyes (i see it all in your eyes, jumpgang)

[verse: icewear vezzo]
ar, this b-tch loaded, used to trust, but now it’s f-ck them n-ggas
he folded (he folded), i been knew it, so i pop percs to keep me focused, n-gga (yeah)
turned to my lil’ soulja (phew), b-tch, it’s motion
i hate rats and i hate trolls (i hate trolls)
you know lil’ bro gon’ sn-tch your soul, i think he souless (i think)
when g died, i cried for weeks (yeah), like for the pape’, i’ll slide for free (for real)
crack a pint, get high off a c (yeah), sh-t, bussed my neck, my time and t–th (skezz)
i know quay gon’ stand for real, don’t need no n-gga to ride for me (uh-uh)
fifty racks on bro appeal, if they go to trial, don’t sign a plea (nah)
play my hand, i don’t reveal ’em
pop a xan’ to get your man before we k!ll him (before we)
f-ck that work, he took the stand, these boys be squealin’
ghost got ten in the feds, so l’ma take care of his lil’ man
b-tch, i’m the realest
don’t ever tell n-ggas your plans unless they in ’em, b-tch, yeah (phew)
[chorus: doodie lo]
you was in love with the money, i was in love with the block
you was in love with these b-tches, i was in love with the top
i don’t even trust that b-tch, she hang with my opps
and i don’t trust these n-ggas, i only trust my glock
don’t be playin’ with a gangster, i’m thirsty for a k!ll
if i call you my brother, you ain’t never gotta steal
i don’t even like to cry, that mean somebody gotta die
why you do me like that? i see it all in your eyes

- doodie lo

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