Dolla Fo Dolla (Special Version)
Berran Lee
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Yeah, nigga, it's whatever Yeah, bitch, it's whatever Yeah, I'll never let my niggas down Nah, I never put them choppas down Hit your bitch when I come in town She ain't never let a nigga down Just like Sony, that choppa surround sound Pick your hoe up and take her to Pound town dropping hit after head Like it's 12 rounds Niggas thinkin' they IT, but they just Clowns Blogs put a nigga business out Knock him down, now switch him out I got opps I don't know about Stand on business, we don't talk about it If he hoppin' like scotch, we gon' chalk him out it Set a opp with a thot, yeah, I plot about it Niggas say he gon' see me, I really doubt it Only smoke I receive, got my lungs clouded We do real numbers, real shell, Benihana I take a nigga under, watch 300 These the new Yeezys, before they Drop, yeah Call them thunders, Jay say I got the Thunder Pray to God for the runners Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Fame, a drug Dealer Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around with real killers Hush, God, he ain't frontin' no f*ck niggas Big step, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas Niggas say they slayin', nobody dyin' though Uh, yeah, they workin' to four, but what would they lyin' for Yeah, go dollar for dollar, shawty for shawty We can go thotty for thotty, I'm scholarship guided You gave a bitch a Birkin, I just gave her some knowledge Brain so good, I applied to her College Niggas ain't me, they should pay Homage Glad that you caught it, but boy, keep It solid My flow what you stole, and yo' ass Shoulda bought it See, I'm about profit, improving my Health Still f*ck yo' hoe just to see how she Felt All black just in case a nigga need Stealth With some niggas that'll whip it like Your daddy with the belt I'm the nigga you could never fuckin Be Like the alphabet, opp niggas never pushin' P He think shit is sweet, okay, great Pull up to your crib, we gon' wait Lame ass nigga, you ain't really on shit But my nigga said you lookin' like a lick I don't need the clip, I just leave it in the whip I ain't gon' shoot him, Ima scare his Ass a lil bit Don't want no drama, yo ass can get peeled Play with your life and it's sealed I'm knockin' all my opps out the field Young niggas sick and young niggas Ill All of my niggas united Just bought into DC, united I gave him a pack and he tanked it Twenty-five pence and he drank it Just showed her my account and she fainted Showed him the plug and he thanked me Ayy, God of you, Lord, you janked me Lil' bitch just post me, brainless Rolls Royce, stainless Made my neighborhood famous Ayy, why your jewelry blurry All my jewelry flawless All my niggas thoughtless None of my niggas sanctified But they be throwin' crosses All my 4G's all set All my diamonds, feathery set That my lil' savage, I stamped that My bitch like the same sex, yeah I see the same niggas Doin' the same shit every day Different nigga Yeah, I had to go and make a way Any day Another million-dollar play It's like 70 million now Another hundred on the way
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