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brian fresco - d.b.m. lyrics

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[verse 1]
i got that, please believe it justin beat it
that michael leave it i’m michael jesus
you play no meaning you michael pitrus
tis the season for body shooting and bullets leakin’
expensive meetings savemoney legion i’m out of preachin
cause they don’t listen, we’ll see when all your dollars missing
come thru yo block, rockets c-cked decapitate your ceiling
no love no feelings, you a opp get shot get st-tches
young vet godd-mn need a pension, old b-tch like “why im so distant?”
d-mn, i woke up early in the morning
phone buzzing, he’s calling i hopped up and got to balling
often, starting with a stoge orange juice call me marley
shorty told me call her molly, and the b-tch just want to party
uh, big move like people, do it all for the people
break a leg for my city like d. rose
move a f-ck n-gga head like depot
n-gga hotbox in that benzo
shorty shake it from the walls to the window
still stuck on red rovers hoes know for my kinfolk and my temp low

[hook]
i got that
(dope money)
i got that
(dope money)
i got that
(dope money)

[verse 2]
i know girls love miss erykah
cause searchin’ half of that replica
see like now more than ever i keep hoes by the pletherer
got this b-tch i call money, if she act right imma marry her
when i’m with her i savvy her louis bag when i carry her
major league money, like a n-gga play for the mariners
i just laugh at you characters, call me fresco the aerosmith
livin’ life, got people from that cottage to madison
louis belt on my hip, shouts out to caleb and dally n them
we keep winning, they tally them l’s
stunt on that b-st-rd, them underdogs we rowdy them 10
coming up faster than all of these crabs
they hackin’ we just spin off and we clapping
them defer b-tches be like “aye, there go lil robin n them”
said you really can’t trust me
and i don’t really even trust me
but you know them other n-ggas can’t touch me
got the 40 if a n-gga wanna rush me
like b-tch please, i’m tryna get g’s
black mob like we living in the 50’s
savemoney mafioso g, cause we on that and we hungry like

[hook]



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