Playalitical - Doctor lyrics

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1 Verse 1 [Playalitical] Either you get it or your thrown in jail So our j**els are like our show and tell To show when lifes goin well Or down the tubes and slow on sales Our whips are like our purple hearts The honor for war wounds and marks Some are sleepin from the shoots Some are blinding by the sparks Our chick are cherrys on the cake Faces vary for various ranks Real ones roll wit dude tryin Fake ones always mary banks Our raps are our tales from the jungle Lions tigers cops and junkys The kings of course are always humble Cowards is always actin punchy. CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1 Verse 2 [Young Droop] I maintain wit a military state of mind Personal vendetta my n***as got structure True life Mafioso muthaf**as The neighborhood im from taught me all that rucus Keepin my ears to the concrete glisten Homies in the house cookin birds in the kitchen My people they call me little dennis the menace First to start sh** first one to finish Im comin up outta the cut and ready to buck a n***a that's slippin Devon the Don King gangsta pimpin Pound for pound im putin it down town to town never gangsta simpin And don't make me call up my squad k**ers that shoot to the shank to the squad Sick to my gut when it comes to the law We banging on police n***a this the mob/ what. CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1 Verse 3 [Playalitical] Im like 2012 to mayan cults This ratchet here don't tighten bolts You know the drill I buy in bulk See the sniper hide your gulps Life is short so time is precious Stop the clock hes being reckless Take me off your s**a checklist Time to leave dude pick an exit What a stupid move to make Your gonna see the light over 16 ounces All you had to do was wait Your lousy at this write your spouses Try hard not to piss your trousers I hate doin these type of jobs All these little slimy schmucks Always try to heist my mob. CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1 Verse 4 [Young Droop] My brain contained wit so many things Sometimes to much it got me over the edge Wicked thoughts stuck in my head Got me walking around town like im half a** dead Still callin shots still poppin glocks Still smoking pot still runnin game Everybody and they moma know my name Yea they wonder if I still gang bang Play the role as a beast in the streets Wit most the type of n***as that el spook ya Them kritikal individuals that will do ya Don't let that cool guy image fool ya I came from the gutter just ask my mother You wana verify just ask my brothas If you don't believe it then what can I say f** the world im on some otha. CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1