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(Now, it's not magic, but it looks magical) This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Ayy Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind goin' crazy How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it Fuck them niggas that be hatin', I know real Z's, they Haitian We eat golden rice, they say that I am what I eat I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt Niggas dissin' V. Roy, that's really gon' get 'em hurt We was just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show Why that nigga talkin' like he official? Niggas is soft as tissue And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you Fuck it, kill all thеm niggas, I ain't gon' argue with you Caught him, had his daughter with him, get a pass, you a fathеr, nigga They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you an artist, nigga" I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me Ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now" Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now Never put my guards down Letras de cancionesSold dope, tar brown I was sippin' lot of syrup Smoke dope, no Durk Xanax, no Perc' Studio, no shirt Never claim your worth Slime me out, it won't work Put a bitch on you Duck switch, don't move Fucked up, wrong dude Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bah, bah, bah) Livin' in this life of sin All I wanna do is win Pullin' up with FNs, aim 'em at your damn lid What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig Bitch, you know that I'm the G.O.A.T Stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs Step on shit, we Gucci, ho I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke Pull up in that foreign, ho Slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo Livin' like a D boy Peanut butter seats, boy From that block, we destroy R.I.P. V. Roy They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now" Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now Never put my guards down Sold dope, tar brown I was sippin' lot of syrup Smoke dope, no Durk Xanax, no Perc' Studio, no shirt Never claim your worth Slime me out, it won't work Put a bitch on you Duck switch, don't move Fucked up, wrong dude Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bitch) From Letras Mania