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1 shot dealz - dollas lyrics

[intro: 1 shot dealz]
the cannon!
them dollars, them dollars
we pay no mind, we get dollars
(black bandannas everything)
get dollars
ryder music, woo!

[chorus: 1 shot dealz]
them dollars (yeah), them dollars (yeah)
n-gg-s hating, we pay no mind, we get dollars (gang)
risks we taking, everyday for them dollars (yeah)
trips we taking, a-state for them dollars, woo
them dollars (them dollars), them dollars (them dollars)
n-gg-s hating, we pay no mind, we get dollars (yeah)
risks we taking, everyday for them dollars (yeah, gang)
trips we taking, a-state for them dollars, woo

[verse 1: sosmula]
(mula!) i do anything for them dollars (that’s a fact)
drug money, home invasions, do anything for them commas (f-ck outta here)
bunch of broke n-gg-s that’ll sell they soul, they do anything for that dollar (fraud)
bad b-tch say she don’t suck d-ck, bet everything she gon’ swallow (mula!)
like i’m wrapped up off of cocaine, do anything for that benjamin (ha)
the plug right here, he right here, you ain’t gotta deal with no middleman (right here, n-gg-)
bunch of sloppy n-gg-s, they washed up, i can tell from how they dribblin’ (f-ck outta here)
my plug said they just touched down, i do anything just to finish it (mula)
anything, anything, sh-t is hard out here, we selling everything (everything)
39 for that pound of sour, one rack for that reggie green (ha)
anything, anything, sh-t is hard out here, we selling everything
65 for that brick of dope, plus that c-ke got the heavy bling
(woo, mula!)

[verse 2]
counting this drug money, f-cked around and got no sleep
the last thing on my mind is a 9 to 5 ’cause i’m so deep
praying every night to god, ’cause them sins committed be so sweet
the ryder straight cash, need bail money, heard a whole n-gg- need a slow week
it’s like the 100 shots in my choppa, it’s quick to shoot something for them dollars
we don’t pull bluffs, we pull stunts on the few dunce who want choppers
used to heal on the pain and smoke ganja
bad b-tches think i’m insane and won’t pop it
i don’t trust souls ’cause i’m cold-hearted
i’d rather die, b-tch, it’s my momma (i love her)
sh-t’s f-cked up, n-gg-s robbing their day ones
with no hesitation for them dollar signs and they banks done
i never slip on the scene to thank god
if i’m just itchin’, your n-gg-s’ll get popped
a boss n-gg- in me, i got some k!llers with me
the opposition and n-gg-s’ll get popped

- 1 shot dealz lyrics

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