200 My Dash
DJ Plugg, Lil Uzi Vert
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Plugg DJ suckas I love my plug Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa The Plug, yeah 200 my dash I hope I don't crash (whoa) I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) I know why you mad 'Cause I got the cash I'm flexin' my bag Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Hold up (what) My new girl yeah that shit fulgar (unh) Got the chopper with no holster (bah) That shit might knock on my shoulder I start the fan in the Coupe (I love my plug) Drive in the Lamb like a lotus Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr) Spin around in with a donut (vroom) I had your girl I won't hold up (Lil Uzi) I found out she no deep throater (ha) She suck my dick like a stick (yah) I told that girl I'm reloaded (damn) .30 rounds all in my clip (yah) And my bullets hit like boulders (damn) Money so thick I can't fold it (can't fold it) Can't fit in my pockets so I envelope it Double cup I with the potion Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah) Carry my shirt 'cause it's Gucci (huh) Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire) Swervin' the range that's the Rover (it's fire) I hit the shot with the floater I flooded AP, like Rollie (whoa) I got that bread in the toaster (whoa) I got that bread in the toaster (whoa) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Huh, 200 my dash I hope I don't crash (whoa) I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) I know why you mad 'Cause I got that cash I'm flexin' my bag Don't want no sex you bitch (damn) She want the neck, you bitch (huh) You tryna act like you like me (hu) Just wanna check, you bitch (hunh) Just wanna check, you bitch (huh) Can't get the check, you bitch (bye) (yuh) Pull out a 100K, give my girl 99 of it, I blessed my chick (yeah) You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah) I got so much money boy they be watchin' that I had to rest my drip (yeah) I had to rest my drip (yeah) I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey) I do not go to the club My crib where my section is (yeah) Told her don't call my phone (yeah) Not with the texting, bitch (hello) Don't want no messages (yuh) Feelings ain't catching it (yuh) Told her you talk too much (yeah) Baby girl rest your lips (yuh) Baby girl rest your lips (yuh) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa Yeah, 200 my dash I hope I don't crash (whoa) I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) I know why you mad 'Cause I got that cash I'm flexin' my bag (Flex)
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