Popeyes Lyrics – Doodie Lo (feat. Deeski & Icewear Vezzo)

Doodie Lo – Popeyes Lyrics

(Tune-Up)
(FOREVEROLLING)

I Bring That Money To The Booth With Me Now Comin’ Shot
Remember Sleepin’ On The Floor Now I Can Help My Homies Out
I Get My Lean From My Doc’, Huh? I Was Coughin’
And I Keep My Gun On Me, Boy, You Better Be Cautious
I’ma Buy The Killers Hot Cars, Them Guns Go “Gratah”
I Never Fight About No Pu*sy N!gga, Nah-ah
Why You Playin’ Wit’ Yo’ Life? Ain’t No Nine Lives
I Be Still Chasin’ That Chicken, I Eat Popeyes

I’m Too Official, Bail Out, Get ’em, Sight Yo’ Barber With The [?] (Huh?)
I Done Masked Up With Gorillas, Hunnid Socks Up And I’m Spinnin’
If He Died That’s What He Get (Huh?), Hunnid Shots Dumped In His Whip (Let’s Get It)
I Take Pride In Doin’ Hits, Go And Slide And Do A Blitz
Yo’ Homie Died ’cause We Ain’t Miss, Tell A Judge To Suck A Dick (Gang)
All My Answers When We Question, Free The Guys, Ain’t No Discussion

All My [?] They Came From Hustlin’ (Hustle), Hunnid Bricks Up In The Duffle
Don’t Do The Math, You Don’t Get The Numbers,
My Shorties Slime, They’ll Get You [?] (They Slime)
[?] Trap, We Gon’ Do ’em Dirty, High-Speed Off A Perc 30 (Skrrt)
Them N!ggas Dyin’, That’s For Certain (Block),
Spin The Block If You Think We Worried (Let’s Get It)
Hunnid Shots Up In The Double, We Spin The ‘raq, Ain’t No Discussion
We Run The ‘raq, That’s No Discussion, We Run The ‘raq, That’s No Discussion

I Bring That Money To The Booth With Me Now Comin’ Shot
Remember Sleepin’ On The Floor Now I Can Help My Homies Out
I Get My Lean From My Doc’, Huh? I Was Coughin’
And I Keep My Gun On Me, Boy, You Better Be Cautious
I’ma Buy The Killers Hot Cars, Them Guns Go “Gratah”
I Never Fight About No Pu*sy N!gga, Nah-ah
Why You Playin’ Wit’ Yo’ Life? Ain’t No Nine Lives (Phew)
I Be Still Chasin’ That Chicken, I Eat Popeyes

Keep A Gun On Me, Don’t Fu*k With Dude, His A*s On ’round With Me
It Be Too Much Tellin’ In This Shit, Them N!ggas Love Police
Fu*k A Twick, Chopper Hold A Geezy And That’s One I’m Free
Dawg’ll Take A Two, A Brick Of Fetty, I Got Cut On Me (I Got Cut On Me)
Big Check, Fu*k The Chit-Chat, It Get Yo’ Quick Whack
Anywhere You See Them Sticks At, You Know That’s Big Threat

Trappin’ On The Six, We Turned The Projects To A KickBack
Before We Had A Funeral For The Guys And Get Our Lick Back
I Just Count Like Thirty Racks, On Bro Appeal ’cause N!ggas Rats
Hit A Ten For All The Pints And Sent The Pills Right To The Licks
Huh, Housand Bucks In Cali, Got A Seat I’m Tryna Catch
We Ain’t Signin’ N!ggas ‘less They Gotta Kill Or Really Step, N!gga

I Bring That Money To The Booth With Me Now Comin’ Shot
Remember Sleepin’ On The Floor Now I Can Help My Homies Out
I Get My Lean From My Doc’, Huh? I Was Coughin’
And I Keep My Gun On Me, Boy, You Better Be Cautious

I’ma Buy The Killers Hot Cars, Them Guns Go “Gratah”
I Never Fight About No Pu*sy N!gga, Nah-ah
Why You Playin’ Wit’ Yo’ Life? Ain’t No Nine Lives
I Be Still Chasin’ That Chicken, I Eat Popeyes

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