Brian Marc, Chris Stath, KeithCharles, Blu - Okie Dokie lyrics

Loud mouth here you but I don't
Know what you're talking about
Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro
Sad face homie why you so damn made for
What you smoking on
What what what you smoking on

New shit
And you can wear it if the shoe fit's
It made my tooth ache looking
At your loose lips it made my head shake
Talking bout money
Shit sound funny when i know
You're working two gigs
Who you tryna impress
Good for you you got new kicks
I can see you need a new whip
I can see you got a new girl
She ain't as bad as the old chick
I prefer the one from 06 that was way back
You must have been asleep
We were touching in the jeep
There was such an energy
She ain't never had love
I would give her mad love
She would give me mad she woyld give me mad
She would give me mad
I don't talk to her now though
Like i don't talk to pilice
If youre talking about small shit
You ain't talking about me
Loud mouth here you but I don't
Know what you're talking about
Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro
Sad face homie why you so damn made for
What you smoking on
What what what you smoking on

Ayo i ran out of weed
My mans down the street
I gotta pay him friday for
A pound of some tree
I never ran out in my life
I would stand out with my
Hand out with my wife
If i ever needed weed please
Burn a leaf for me just so i can breathe
I can leave the scene with a dream on my
Mind to be a king of my prime
All that i see with my eyes
Could really be a disguise
Im in the street with my gods
You on the beat with them lies
I could be making way more money
On the street whipping pies
Instead im shaking all the haters make
You make up your mind
With all the makeup on your face
But you just wasting your time
And mind is such a terrible thing
So why you wasting mine
Look im pushing through the hood bulletproof
Hooded too balling like john wooden do
Purple nights like shug and snoop
Wanted like i could move
All i could do was look at you

Loud mouth here you but I don't
Know what you're talking about
Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro
Sad face homie why you so damn made for
What you smoking on
What what what you smoking on

Check me out like a book
Im cooped up in this house
Im uncle luke step off the stoop
Ma dukes won't let me out
Its been a minute since the days
Still stuck in my ways
My hair locked up but ive been doing
This shit since i had waves
Ain't nothing new i went to school
I did bout one year and a half and
I got right back in that money
Gotta do what work for you
But ima work for me
You clocking moves your pockets hurt
But mine are hercules
Think about yourself first, do for your fam
Repeat that shit until youre in a hearse
I got too much game to fit it all in a verse
Theres infinite universes where
Everyones bitches twerkin

Loud mouth here you but I don't
Know what you're talking about
Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro
Sad face homie why you so damn made for
What you smoking on
What what what you smoking on