Dr. Strange (Prod. YourFriendRado)
Hit her from the back pipe her up
Make her mood change
Knocked her out her body
Got me thinking I'm Doctor strange
That little boy can't hit the spot he ain't got no aim
I smacked it right on the dot and got caught in the wave
Baby told me drown in it
So i turned to Jason
Jumped up out that lake
Stab her up then I'm racing
Tried to give me lip
I had to check her like some rallys
Baby i know you a savage but you
Can't see me off the addys
Its looking right
I might eat it first night I'm too nasty
Body count got more digits then
Then calendars don't ask
Body count higher
Den some damn giraffe pussy
I'm the highest in the room
Prolly why they over look me
Know that kitty thrax if i put in a rap
Bitch you ain't no Trina why the fuck you looking back
Ass up face down shove it in the Matt
Had to fold her in a box cause she kept jumping on my Jack aye
Yeah just kept jumping on my shit like its Kris Kross
Jabber jaws type to keep on sucking when my Shit soft
Sometimes yo bros ain't on yo head
Gotta motivate yourself
She want my cane just like an elf
I told her go bellow the belt
Michael Phelps up in them cooties
She get to splashing while I'm diving
Hopped out threw her a towel
And said we going to Verizon
I Just got some new sauce
But i prefer pills over punches
Baby bottles of rose
I put them shits in my kids lunches
Bitch I'm daddy of the year
My Puerto Rican call me papi
Gave her the straightest of faces
Hoe said she never had hibachi
Can't stand a bitch wit no taste
And i ain't really got the time
350 zones to face
Used to be eating chili limes
You ain't ready for the pavement
Jump yo ass back on the pine wit it
Shit don't happen over night
I take my time wit it
You gotta read between the lines
Niggas be fine printed
I lost my brother to the streets
It got my mind twisted
You gotta read between the lines
Niggas be fine printed
I lost my brother to the streets
It got my mind twisted
Make her mood change
Knocked her out her body
Got me thinking I'm Doctor strange
That little boy can't hit the spot he ain't got no aim
I smacked it right on the dot and got caught in the wave
Baby told me drown in it
So i turned to Jason
Jumped up out that lake
Stab her up then I'm racing
Tried to give me lip
I had to check her like some rallys
Baby i know you a savage but you
Can't see me off the addys
Its looking right
I might eat it first night I'm too nasty
Body count got more digits then
Then calendars don't ask
Body count higher
Den some damn giraffe pussy
I'm the highest in the room
Prolly why they over look me
Know that kitty thrax if i put in a rap
Bitch you ain't no Trina why the fuck you looking back
Ass up face down shove it in the Matt
Had to fold her in a box cause she kept jumping on my Jack aye
Yeah just kept jumping on my shit like its Kris Kross
Jabber jaws type to keep on sucking when my Shit soft
Sometimes yo bros ain't on yo head
Gotta motivate yourself
She want my cane just like an elf
I told her go bellow the belt
Michael Phelps up in them cooties
She get to splashing while I'm diving
Hopped out threw her a towel
And said we going to Verizon
I Just got some new sauce
But i prefer pills over punches
Baby bottles of rose
I put them shits in my kids lunches
Bitch I'm daddy of the year
My Puerto Rican call me papi
Gave her the straightest of faces
Hoe said she never had hibachi
Can't stand a bitch wit no taste
And i ain't really got the time
350 zones to face
Used to be eating chili limes
You ain't ready for the pavement
Jump yo ass back on the pine wit it
Shit don't happen over night
I take my time wit it
You gotta read between the lines
Niggas be fine printed
I lost my brother to the streets
It got my mind twisted
You gotta read between the lines
Niggas be fine printed
I lost my brother to the streets
It got my mind twisted
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Rucker
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