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​blaccmass - saint dollaz lyrics

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[intro: gunna]
pull up with a stick, i pull up with a stick (mike will made+it)
i’ll pull up with a pink toe, i’m whippin’, she suckin’ this d+ck (ear drummers)
i put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that i’m rich
we was used to pullin’ kick doors (that money go for myles)

[chorus: gunna]
i’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, i keep dollars on my head
bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, i ain’t scared
i put prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what i said
i’m a leader, i got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
i shoot like i’m montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
black on black new phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
b+tch, i’m from atlanta where these hoes ride the d+ck like peg, yeah
condo like the pharmacy, i got codeine in my fridge, pour up
[verse 1: gunna]
my bro on a steamin’ stove, cookin’ crack like grits
got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin’ her in a pent’
la live, i’m stayin’ at the loews with this hollywood b+tch
got a nine and a snubnose (let’s go), can’t wait to let it hit (hit)
pull up with a stick, i’ll pull up with a stick
i’ll pull up with a pink toe, i’m whippin’, she suckin’ this d+ck
i’ll put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that i’m rich (let that ho know that i’m rich)
we was used to pullin’ kick doors, you could still call it a l!ck (l!ck)
you broke and can’t be fixed (nah), went to neimans and spent a nick (hah)
how you poor? that don’t make sense (ah), i made a whole mile off an inch (an inch)
i had ninety+nine problems, i just scratched your ho off the list (scratched your ho off the list)
got some millions and went and solved ’em, now my neck cost a quarter brick (brick)

[chorus: gunna]
i’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, i keep dollars on my head
bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, i ain’t scared
i put prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what i said
i’m a leader, i got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
i shoot like i’m montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
black on black new phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
b+tch, i’m from atlanta where these hoes ride the d+ck like peg, yeah
condo like the pharmacy, i got codeine in my fridge, pour up

[verse 2: young thug]
bestie, bestie, i just hit my friend
told her “catch me” (woah), “catch me” (woah), i’ma l!ck her skin
she so precious, precious, might not f+ck again
she too messy, messy, but hittin’, no flexin’ (no flexin’)
rose gold ornaments (rose)
dropped the two tint, car came with no tint (d+mn)
you don’t gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip
bond 9 in the vent, think ’bout dyin’ and get spent
i got two b’s on my boxers and a thottie in the bed (yeah)
i know n+ggas ran up a milli’, still didn’t tell 12 sh+t (12, 12, 12, shh)
i got skeletons in my closets (woah), and they scared of me and sh+t (closets and they scared)
maison margielas under the bed screamin’, “rock me, kid” (woah)
i put water on my head, then she got seasick (i put water on my head)
couple opps played dead (what?), and they still got hit
i done bent lil’ mama’s spine but that still ain’t my kid (still ain’t my kid)
only reason i answer my line (why?), is ’cause she drink my spit (no cap)
[chorus: gunna]
i’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, i keep dollars on my head
bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, i ain’t scared
i put prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what i said
i’m a leader, i got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
i shoot like i’m montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
black on black new phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
b+tch, i’m from atlanta where these hoes ride the d+ck like peg, uh
condo like the pharmacy, i got codeine in my fridge



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