Milwaukee Doug Lyrics

Oh, brother, this guy stinks

Woman, you're falling a beat

Bitch, what? Bitch, what

Bitch, what? Bitch, what

Bitch, what? Bitch, what

Bitch, what

Bitch, you act like a high school musical

I brought the chopstick today

I'll noodle you, my bitch downtown

Shit, I wanna ride scooters too

Bitch, you act like a high schooler musical

Bitch, you act like a high schooler musical

I brought the chopstick today

And I'll noodle you

Bitch, what? Bitch, what

Bitch, what

This bitch act like a kid

Man, she irritating

I'm trying to get to that bag

Ain't got no time for waiting

Plays steady, blowing on my phone

No time for conversations

Put a bald-head in Morpheus if he think he in Matrix

(If he think he in Matrix)

He trying to dodge a shell

You the type to get locked up and try to clean some cells

All this hot shit I be talking, I might end up in hell

I told that bitch to get a clue

We waiting for the mail

Like, we got the bows coming through the air

She keep telling me, what if this happen

I don't even care

Like, bitch, get a day job if you fucking scared

You better come correct this

Ten million, knocking down a bear

Doing a hundred on 131

Ashing on my pants

These niggas think that this shit sweet

Cause I cut my dreads

But I'll glue them back on and walk down your mans

This bitch think it's real love

But she ain't got a chance

Like, at all

I told this bitch to leave like it's fall

Couldn't up my gun, so I beat him in a mall

She said, can you come over

Naw

Naw

Bitch, naw

I made this bitch leave like its fall

Bitch, I'm trying to slap these heads

You know

Bitch, I'm trying to slap these heads

I need it all

If that nigga think he tough, then we gonna knock him down

Riding around the city G20

I got about 30 rounds

That bitch want to fuck with me, but can you hold it down

She think that I'm putting in my number

Cash app myself a thou

Like, hey, thank you for your payment

I told her that I'm a lit rapper, and I'm famous

I'm famous

If you want to fuck with me, we can arrange it

But don't think that you're the only one, cause it's replacements

Replacements

Like, it's another one

I pulled up on shorty shorty with another gun

I pulled out glaze on her face like a honey bun

Hey, like a honey bun

That shit tragic

If I see you up in traffic, I'm a blast it

I heard your bitch has the same shit like Magic

Get it

Like Magic

But if you don't, nigga, I mean Magic Johnson

Put the oil on lil baby booty with Johnson Johnson

I'm from the far east coast

He from Wisconsin

Get it

Like he from Wisconsin

Bitch, you act like a high schooler

Musical

I brought that chopstick today, and I'll noodle you

Mm-hmm

Bitch, what

Bitch, what

Bitch, you act like a high schooler

Musical

This bitch act like a kid

Man, she irritating

I'm trying to get to that bag

Ain't got no time for waiting

Plays steady blowing up my phone

No time for conversations

Put a ball-head in Morpheus if he think he in matrix

I am down with you, man

You east coast

I fart east coast

I'm from the far east coast

He from Wisconsin

I'm from Wisconsin

Get it

Like he from Wisconsin

Bitch, what