Miss The Guys
Doodie Lo
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Doodie Lo - Miss The Guys Lyrics & Traduction

From the mud, from the trenches
Yeah, the streets rage (Streets rage)
My kid's mama don't believe in God, shit, I think she satan (I think she satan)
I've been on my spiritual shit, I gotta teach my babies (I gotta teach my babies)
I couldn't even buy McDonald's, how the fuck I make it?
Nightmares, I'm having federal dreams, and I don't talk about it
I be scared to put this shit in raps, cause they be trying to solve it
They tricked him, he ain't keep it solid (Solid)
Pussy should've went to college
Told him everything he knew
They ain't even have to ask him about it (Bitch)
??? he'll slide in his wheelchair (Slide in his wheelchair)
I'm just tryna stay up out my feelings, but I still care
How the fuck I lose all my friends? This don't feel fair
Told 'em stay up out my head, it feel like I ???

Got my diary in my brain (In my brain)
It ain't the same with this fame (With this fame)
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang (Damn, I miss the gang)
Free Smurk, got the chain (Smurk)
I feel Zoo in my veins (In my veins)
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that shit lame (Died, that shit lame)

Pop out in hot cars
We rock shows, we rock stars
Damn, I miss my partners
Mask on monsters
Tell 'em go get headshot
Bring you back a dreadlock
Why you callin' my phone, knowin' damn well the feds hot?
These rappers switched on us, shit, I'm the reason you got a verse (Reason you got a verse)
Was tryna come around me, tryna drink lean, hang around Durk (Bitch)
Shit, I'm tired of bitin' my tongue
Niggas really been our sons (Been our sons)
As rappers we was the first niggas that put switches on our guns (Switches on our-)
Now you niggas slime hot
They dick-riding, timeout
Prayed on the downfall, now you wanna shine (You wanna shine)
There ain't no friends in this shit, nigga, it's only us (It's only us)
I was blind off the lean, that's why I kicked the cup

Got my diary in my brain (In my brain)
It ain't the same with this fame (With this fame)
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang (Damn, I miss the gang)
Free Smurk, got the chain (Smurk)
I feel Zoo in my veins (In my veins)
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that shit lame (Died, that shit lame)

Got my diary in my brain (In my brain)
It ain't the same with this fame (With this fame)
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang (Damn, I miss the gang)
Free Smurk, got the chain (Smurk)
I feel Zoo in my veins (In my veins)
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that shit lame (Died, that shit lame)

Aye
I done lost ???
This shit went so crazy, like-
You can't even- I don't even know what to vent to
I vent to the mic
I don't talk to nobody, you know


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