Dookie Season Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
We sit around, spark the 'Woods up but this is not a camp
[?] got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp
Bust the SPA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance
Lil' boujee bitch with the grip, p*ssy got some clamps

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan
Underwater f*cking on yo bitch, I'm the Aquaman
I been getting money since niggas was selling five for ten
In the bay going [?] watch a nigga ghost ride the Benz

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I'ma jam the chip and slide, never f*cked with pots and pans
Stepping on shit with two straps, I'm the Prada Man
Dunking with the chop, knock yo wig off like Juwanna Mann
In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands
When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends
Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic
Me and bro gon' f*ck around and make some of the hottest shit
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
I swear to God, no cap
Sliding through the city with a .30 like we're [?]
Out of town, cheating on my bitch, told her my phone dead
She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Bust a nut, bitch kept going, told her to go 'head
Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head
Sick of Sprite so I dumped the sixth of Wock' in the cold red
Nigga, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red [Verse 7: BabyTron]
If I don't come the 'Miris or the purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it
Would've hit yo bitch but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning
Lil' boujee bitch gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned
SB and RMC, we shitting, this the dookie season

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Girly stay solid to my nigga but the coochie cheating
Told a Wock' [?] you are not truly needed
Fat nigga, I can't wear Balmains, I'ma Gucci jean it
Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters

[Verse 9: BabyTron]
I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater
You gave her four Percs just to f*ck, you a coochie crepper
Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater
Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner
[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped
Cup is so motherf*cking dark, it can't be popped
Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took [?] spot
I just bought a black-out, the same one [?] got

[Verse 11: BabyTron & RMC Mike]
Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs
.45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun
Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug
Bought my new bitch a big bag, the Chanel one
Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz
Tron got thirty cards on him, now I think he sell [?]
Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch
Bitch, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up

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