Dook

All this money on me
Make me wanna poop
Pull up to yo' crib in that Bentley coupe
Hit the studio just to take a dook
Run up to the streets with that fruit loop
Pull up to yo' block to yo' fuckin' trap
Run up with the stack with the fuckin' crap
Gettin' fuckin' bread, gettin' fuckin' bands
Pull up on yo' mans like I'm Peter Pan
Fuckin' on yo' bitch fuckin on yo' thot
Smokin' fuckin' rock, smokin' fuckin' crack
Pull up in the back with a fuckin' strap
Run up to yo' trap, bitch I'm fuckin' back
Pull up with the beat, with the fuckin' beat
Blicky on my hip, blicky on my shit
Sticky on my side, sticky on my crip
Bitch I'm a crip, I'm a fuckin' crip
Pull up to yo' crib make me wanna poop
All this fuckin' bread make me wanna poop
Pull up to the studio, take a dook
Hoppin' out the Bentley coupe



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Writer(s): Slav Fin
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