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Doctor Brain

Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit) Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please, Blew his brain

in no rush, Drink 'til I throw up, Nigga roll more blunts, Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, Call that shit the stop button, Call me Doctor

flashy types And some guys dig the ugly types I'm no different from the rest I love hips and legs and breasts But strictly on a higher plane What really turns me on's her brain

heart A hand against my head They're peeling off the bandages I'm wincing in the light The nurse is looking anxious And she's quivering with fright The doctors

Doctor, every night I have the strangest dreams Doctor, listen to me, tell me what this means First I'm goin' shoppin' in my underwear Then all of sudden

p's 'cause I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit Doctor told me better stop but man fuck that bitch Me never gone stop me smoke Try to tell

proper If you ever need a cure for the blues I'm the doctor, remedies, I gots lots of Other impostors talk a real game But you a cutie with a brain,

Hey Jason Derulo Let's Go! I got more problems than an algebra equation They say become a doctor I don't have the patience Ain't with the waiting What

! Baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender bittles Doctor