Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DOCTA, artist - SosMula. Date of issue: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DOCTA |
| Trap, Trap, Trap, Trap |
| Damn, Ryder |
| I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy) |
| I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) |
| I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) |
| I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alal vodka (Damn son, where’d you find this?) |
| I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom) |
| And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here) |
| 'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters |
| It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,» it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo» |
| Won’t get your bitch back, bitch back too (Sleezy) |
| I might get that, hit that too (Get me that) |
| Where my stick at? |
| Big MAC new (Boom) |
| I spend big racks, wrist wrap blue (Mula) |
| VVS, VVS, water slide on my wrist (Splash, splash) |
| VVS, VVS, water slide on my wrist (Real trap shit) |
| BMX, BMX, I be railing your bitch (Fuck outta here) |
| Impaled, impaled, put your head on a stick (Sleezy) |
| Why them boys playin' with you? |
| (No-no) |
| Why them boys paid to hit you? |
| (No-no) |
| I got AKs and pistols (Boom) |
| I got HKs and missiles (Boom) |
| I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy) |
| I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) |
| I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) |
| I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alla vodka (Splash, splash) |
| I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom) |
| And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here) |
| 'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters |
| It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo» (Trap-A-Holics), it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo» |
| (Real trap shit) |
| It go «Grra-ta-ta-ta-ta» 'cause my chop retarded (What? Grrt, grrt) |
| If I push up on your block, you know I’m drivin' somethin' (Grrt, pop) |
| I got chops, or some Glocks, which one you gettin' popped with? |
| (Grrt, pop) |
| AR pistol darts (What?), I’m Cupid, aim for hearts (Grrt, what?) |
| I’m whippin' push-to-starts, my opps still insert keys to lock (Skrrt) |
| I roll a of box of blunts, your homie’s in my lungs |
| There ain’t no pressin' me (What?), my gang on stretch for me (Grrt) |
| Decorate your block with R.I.P.'s on Halloween |
| I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy) |
| I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) |
| I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) |
| I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alla vodka (Splash, splash) |
| I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom) |
| And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here) |
| 'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters |
| It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,» it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo» |