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acog dottie - band$ lyrics

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intro:
all y’all talkin this and that you not fashion you not fab, you not glitter you not glam, 4500 up on my hand, i don’t think you understand
we gon pull on the man

i got band all on my face, gucci on my collar car it came from out of state
i don’t push no muscle
in a foreign w my chain
i just move like russell

like there’s 60 in game
you know that we hustle

got an uzi and a mac
and that sh-t extendo
in a rari tinted black
boy you stay pretendin
man you know your sh-t is wack
all my sh-t be fendi
and it all don’t have no tags

i got the work out the cell, i got the work out the cove ya
my pack it came in the mail, i got the work in the stove ya
i put the ice on the rocks, i put the ice on my watch
shootas they ridin for me , they’ll get you crack like a lock yea

ice up on my ice up on my wrist
diamond river look like glitter sparkle when it twist
gucci handle, sachi sandle xander on my waist
tom ford vision w-ng collection
designer be my taste

pull up when i
pull up when we play you like atari when i x2

get me started and i
pull up to the party in a rari and i

splurgin off a molly wit a hot am i?
when we rollin i be rollin in big body am i?
i just aim with a glock
bane with the mask and it ain’t coming off

- acog dottie lyrics

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