Текст B. Lou – Head Doctor

Yeah, yeah, huh
(B. Lou!)
Yeah
Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor

Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor
Free sticker star, you know that the feds got him
My bitch is bad, she rockin’ the red bottom
One in the head, dripping like condom
These bitches are ready, ain’t ready for cockin’
Talkin’ the G’s you wonder how hard it is
Gotta get bread, ay

All I see is bands, ay
Hunnid band band, ay
Sippin’ on jam
You could get stamped, uh
Do whatever I can
Nigga I am, uh
You tryna get stamped

Nigga I’m B. Lou, ooh
Can’t nobody do it better than me, no better than me
Can’t nobody get wetter than me, every better to see
Nigga I feel like a Pedic Degree
I came from the projects, uh
Yeah I was whipping that Pyrex, uh
Yeah, get hit, phone them uh-uh
Talk to you like a doctor, go check uh-uh
Nigga y’all think I need a backup?
Nigga I just kill my racks up (Racks up)
(Rack up, yeah yeah, rack up
Stacks up, I got ’em bands, rack up

Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor (Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor)
Free sticker star, you know that the feds got him
My bitch is bad, she rockin’ the red bottom
One in the head, dripping like condom
These bitches are ready, ain’t ready for cockin’ (B. Lou!)
Talkin’ the G’s you wonder how hard it is (LilCJ!)
Gotta get bread, ay

Niggas gon’ say I been pissing them niggas, I’m right on their head
My jaw got a feeling a nigga gon’ overlap
Keep a big
?, we ain’t never scared
And I took a 95 nigga pray that I fall
?
niggas look a lot like a smile
We was tryna get rich
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Bitch come here, give me your jaws
I only want neck so keep it on your jaw
Got shit on my neck, drippin’ wet like a faucet (Drippy)
I’m smokin’ on reef
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my young niggas grease
Like we
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we havin’ a feast and no, you cannot eat ’em
The choppa gon’ shoot like it’s having a fever
I sold many people, I’m happy to be here
I’m having the racks, I can have your
?
see ’em

Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor (Bae is the nurse so they callin’ the head doctor)
Free sticker star, you know that the feds got him
My bitch is bad, she rockin’ the red bottom
One in the head, dripping like condom
These bitches are ready, ain’t ready for cockin’ (B. Lou!)
Talkin’ the G’s you wonder how hard it is
Gotta get bread, ay

(Gotta bread, ay, ay, ay
Hunnid bands wet, way, way, ay ay)