Call Me Doctor

You said I don’t look like a what?
Like a real doctor?
A real doctor wouldn’t dress like me?
Wouldn’t act like me? Wouldn’t look like me?
Ah, hell nah

Lab-coat Dolce, clipboard Prada,
Vera Wang short shorts, name-tag: doctor
C Dub b*tches, what the f*ck you expect
Call me doctor, stethoscope hanging ‘round my neck
Same chick, new sh*t, new show, full clip
Fresh dipped, new kicks, only Jimmy Choo’s b*tch!
Been a little while but I’m back again
Summer Roberts back up on the track again
Peaced up out the OC, Ben & Brody, deuces
Did a couple movies, drank a couple juices
Still they coming at me like where you been
You should be asking Mischa Barton
Critics talking sh*t about my acting
Nice chick schnick ain’t happening
Who be bloggin’ on the internet, jealous trick, suck a tit
Get a pap smear with an oven mitt, b*tch!
Too hot, give your man a tent in his trousers
Styling, still all the critics wanna doubt her
And I’m unbelievable? Check your web browser
Haters get two words: Doogie Howser

Call me doctor.
What’s up doc? What’s up doc?
Call me doctor.
What’s up doc? What’s up doc?
The doctor will see you.
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I’m an innovator, a resuscitator
You only part dead, pass the defibrillator (Clear)
I’m a monster (Clear) I go HAM
Jay & Ye can keep the throne ‘cause I don’t give a damn
Every other month on the cover of Magazine,
Periodical, front and center with a pouty mouth
Still they pounce me coming out my house
Paparazzi flashing out pop pop when my gat comes out
Little bitty actresses tryna get they asses kissed
Make me wanna slap a b*tch, put ‘em on a blacklist
Five foot nothin’, flow like Cam’ron
If Natalie get mad at me remind her who da Black Swan.
F*ck the Emmy’s, f*ck the fame
Just addicted to the money, and the game
So when you see us doing 80 in the Prius full tint, Louie print
What’s my motherf*cking name?

Call me doctor.
What’s up doc? What’s up doc?
Call me doctor.
What’s up doc? What’s up doc?
The doctor will see you.
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