Doohickeys, Pt. 3 Lyrics

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They still pocket watching

Niggas rebound my old hoes like they Dennis Rodman

Still got old hundreds that look young Andy Milonakis

Run through the green collecting rings I guess i'm Sonic

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Part three too litty

Went ghost for some months and there's still nothing they can do with me

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The world is three wicked

So it ain't no option but to pop out with them doohickeys

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I'm still counting bands

If she keep playing with the kid i'm hopping on her friends

I'm not waiting on you shawty who I look like Tems

And I don't care about making dollars if it don't make sense

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Pop out with doohickeys

Keep a sticky it get tricky can't go out like Ricky

Famski with me with some biddies I just hit my griddy

Southern city don't know where but she from Mississippi

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Watch the footwork

Stack your ends and double up and make sure you put God first

Can't wait till the famski up on jets and when we hit Turks

Can't complain on situations it could be worse

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Everybody gather around everybody gather around

When I get to four I need everybody to hit this dance with me

One two one two three four

Uh uh uh uh uh

They still pocket watching

Niggas rebound my old hoes like they Dennis Rodman

Still got old hundreds that look young Andy Milonakis

Run through the green collecting rings I guess i'm Sonic

Uh uh uh uh uh

Part three too litty

Went ghost for some months and there's still nothing they can do with me

Uh uh uh uh uh

The world is three wicked

So it ain't no option but to pop out with them doohickeys