DOOKIE SHOW lyrics

[Verse 1]
Damn, it was a wonderful day
It was almost summertime, in the middle of May
I woke up in the mornin', started makin' a shake
Then my b*tch came in the kitchen started makin' it shake
She bouncin' ass, yeah she throw it hella fast like a boomerang
But then I saw her draws and them hoes had dookie stains
“Aye, b*tch, what the hell is that on yo underwear” (”On my underwear?”)
“Yeah, b*tch, there’s dookie right up under there”
I’m kinda mad, man, this b*tch done sh*tted her britches
And she used them hands to wash my motherf*ckin' dishes
Hell nah, you can take you and your draws
I’ma pack your bags and I’ma sit 'em in the hall
You gotta go
What the f*ck you think this is? A dookie show?
This means you had sh*t up in yo draws, durin' the movie, ho
I thought I was lucky gettin' to feel up on that booty, though
But the whole time you had dookie stains on yo bootyhole

[Hook]
This girl is sh*tty, yeah she sh*tty, man she gotta leave
She got dark, brown draws, that ain’t fine with me
I guess it’s legal but this sh*t feel like a crime to me
I see the stain lookin' at me tryna spy on me

[Verse 2]
Get yo bags and put 'em in the f*ckin' hummer
Get that sh*t up out my house, I ain’t no motherf*ckin' plumber
Get some spray, and some towels, and a motherf*ckin' plunger
You can use them b*tches later if the sh*t goes under
And I ain’t lyin' when I say that this b*tch had the nerve to cuss me out
I can’t take her serious when the dookie slowly runnin' out
I feel like [?] house, on God man, I’m 'bout to take the gun out
This ain’t a fast break, but this b*tch better run out
Started packin' all the bags, grab the draws one by one
When I lifted them hoes up it felt like they all weighed a ton
There was dookie stains bigger than the motherf*ckin' sun
I said, “Aye b*tch, come here, this conversation isn’t done”
I said, “Why the f*ck does every single pair got some dookie?
Get to talkin', I’m not stupid ho, I ain’t no f*ckin' rookie”
So I threw them b*tches at her
I said, “Here take a lookie”
And she said it’s from the other day when she was eatin' cookies
I said, “You cappin', that ain’t from the cookies, b*tch, that’s from your rectum
I don’t have no sh*t fetish, do I look like Odell Beckham?
Matter fact, here’s his number, he might like you, you should text him
Put yo draws on his nose and you’ll get sh*t on his [?]
[Hook]
This girl is sh*tty, yeah she sh*tty, man she gotta leave
She got dark, brown draws, that ain’t fine with me
I guess it’s legal but this sh*t feel like a crime to me
I see the stain lookin' at me tryna spy on me

[Bridge]
sh*tty, b*tch, get out my house
You got sh*t on my bed, you got sh*t on my couch
sh*t on yo shirt, you got sh*t on yo blouse
Crawl yo ass out my house, you a sh*tty ass mouse

[Outro]
Can’t believe I ain’t know that she was dirty from the jump, though
No wonder my whole house smellin' like a skunk, though
Hope she clean them draws 'fore she ever tries to sext me
If she ever come back with that sh*t I’m finna can it like some Pepsi