alex domino – dat sh!t lyrics
let’s get it let’s get it
could have lazy flow but i just had to k!ll it
we been k!llin sh-t for a minute
you can have ya girl back i already hit
drop some trap sh-t b-tch i already did it
n-gga gratata sending shots at ya fitted
shots at the crown king and the queen down
lost so much blood prolly dropped a couple pounds
catch me at the battle mountain going downtown
dom a lost boy prolly never be found
ain’t tryna catch no feels got that love on lock down
ain’t no b-tch in my body i’m a motherf-cking hound
like 3 dog energy of 33 dogs
sipping egg nog jogging down to camp flog gnaw
raw dog du-rag daddy call me papa
like like a legend n-gga die like a rockstar
i don’t give a f-ck about a mother f-cking po
boy im really wit the sh-ts ill hit yo motherf-cking door x2
n-ggas talking sweet like some ice cream
till we roll up and turn yo crib into a crime scene
be among the hidden where n-ggas can’t find me
when i’m there not even my ride or dies can find me
bet
dom got the game in a body bag
moving to fast so i can’t let my pants sag already know i’m the sh-t so f-ck a hashtag
k!ll myself before you see me wave a white flag
f-ck a handgun blasting jeff mangum
in an aeroplane so my flights always a1
at the crib with yo girl playing with my hair
like b-tch does it look like i care
chilling in the crib with a cat named mittens
i f-ck with dogs but ain’t got no room for b-tches
no narcs in the room that’s a warning to snitches
stay out my business b-tch n-ggas keep yo distance
i don’t give a f-ck about a mother f-cking po
boy im really wit the sh-ts ill hit yo motherf-cking door x2
fell asleep woke up in tree village
no jeans on give a f-ck about my team’s image
orange is the new black guess i’m in fashion
white b-tch white whips everything matching
real life combos no b-tton mashing
cut out out the small talk because it’s al about the action
chopper cut a n-gga down to a fraction
get anywhere at anytime never lacking
yup turn up turn up
don’t touch this flow ho you might burn up
yo know im in the back still tryna roll up
they got their hands in the air like it’ a hol up
doing donuts in this rental // going mental
sentimental over every instrumental
yall ain’t on my level my soul too gold can’t sell it to the devil
buy f-ck money life’s deeper than that
won’t be the next n-gga who falls in the trap
no filler 100% real n-gga
alex domino neighborhood drug dealer
i don’t give a f-ck about a mother f-cking po
boy im really wit the sh-ts ill hit yo motherf-cking door x2
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