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Solo Dolo

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Hmm, hey

I'm on point like I'm runnin' with scissors
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (Hitters)
Smokin' til I die, can't call me a quitter
I'm on point like I'm runnin' with scissors (Let's go)
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters (Let's roll)
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (Let's smoke)
Smokin' til I die, can't call me a quitter

Smokin' while I'm workin' you will never see me quit (No)
Chosen 'cus I'm worth it, you will never see me flip (No)
I just rose from where they left me deep inside the pit (I did)
No BBQ, I'm too fiya, I'm too fuckin' lit (Ahh)
I just know that I'm the one to glow (I'm glowin')
I just know that you the type to fold (You foldin')
I just know you'd rather have the money than all the gold
I just know you have a writer, yo thoughts never wrote (Never)
I just write every single lovely line from my mind (I be clever)
I just sit there 'til the end of all this time (This forever)
& I wrote every single hit late at night (This my treasure)
Like my scissors they will cut you right out my life (You gone)

I'm on point like I'm runnin' with scissors (I'm out)
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters (That loud)
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (They loud)
Smokin, til I die, can't call me a quitter (You can't)
I'm on point like I'm runnin with scissors (Scissors)
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters (They some sisters)
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (They some hitters)
Smokin' til I die, can't call me a quitter (Ahh)

I'm speakin' thoughts from my mind & they all facts (They all facts)
I'm teachin' y'all from my life, there's no goin' back (No goin' back)
I'm leakin' out my soul, every beat gon' have it patched (Patch it up now)
I'm stinkin' up the buildin' 'cus I brought all the gas (All the gas)
I set the roof on fiya, I don't needa match
I need the coupe on tires, never runnin' flat
I kill these beats like Michael Myers, f*ck a pumpkin patch (F*ck 'em)
I smash yo pumpkin if you comin' wit' tricks in yo bag (Ahh)
My bag is filled wit' treats, nothin' but the fiya (That fiya)
I'm talkin' bout my gas, dragon spittin' fiya (Fiya)
Livin' like a king with my queen, young messiah (Young messiah)
So many chicks were cut off now I gotta ryda (Ha)

I'm on point like I'm runnin' with scissors (Ooo)
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters (Yeah yeah yeah whoa whoa whoa)
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (Yeah yeah yeah)
Smokin' til I die, can't call me a quitter (Not at all)
I'm on point like I'm runnin' with scissors
Don't smoke joints, two twin blunts & they sisters (Yeah yeah yeah whoa whoa whoa)
Maryjane & her twin they some hitters (Yeah yeah yeah)
Smokin' til I die, don't call me a quitter (Don't)

I be Dolo
I just smoke doe
By the O doe
You ain't on my level, you ain't on my floor, no
Cut 'em off
Cut 'em off
I said, cut 'em off, ahh

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