Letra de 6 Figures - Doodie Lo

I gotta go in on that bitch, this got me, what, that one, you know?

Doodie in this bitch, ayy

I spent six figures on a kit and mama bond on a ring

They ain't even make a cent, ain't wanna tell me 'cause she stressed

But I'm helpin' all these fuck niggas (Fuck niggas), now I see you, then it's fuck you (Fuck you)

My brother in the feds and his kids lookin' up to shit (And his kids lookin' up)

I done gave you all of me (All of me)

Evolve shit, we all elite (All elite)

You don't even call to speak (Call to speak)

When you know my mental bother me (Bother me)

I take the L, it fall on me (Fall on me)

Get high as hell and fall asleep (Fall asleep)

Ask 'em, I sold weed for cheap

In hotels to sneak and geek

Lil Erin died, I poured a whole pint up in the twenty ounce (Twenty ounce)

He had his gun on him, but this time, he ain't make it out (Make it out)

Sold my mama EBT, ain't no food for some week

I don't wanna be your idol, please don't follow me (Follow me)

Took a year off and some change, had to get my mental right (Mental right)

In the crib cookin' with my kids, makin' Minute Rice (Minute Rice)

Why you count me out? You do me wrong, but you do me right (Do me right)

Nigga, you were my brother, go in the backyard and we can fight

Put my diary in my microphone (Microphone)

If I'm with you, know it's right or wrong (Right or wrong)

Every time I need therapy, I go and make a song (Make a song)

If I don't answer my phone, they think I'm dead and gone (Dead and gone)

I been movin' people out of my life, just wanna get left alone (Left alone)

Get high, my voice raspy (Raspy)

College girls nasty (Nasty)

I was missin' class, she a nerd, no glasses (Nerd, no glasses)

At the car show at Rick Ross mansion (Rick Ross mansion)

Got my reminiscin' 'bout when I ain't had nothin' (When I ain't had nothin')

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