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dame d.o.l.l.a. - my daddy's son lyrics

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[verse 1: dame d.o.l.l.a.]
i tried to be solid but so many n+ggas be fakin’ this sh+t
beef with my girl, and somehow, they thought my spot was vacant again
like dame out the house and i know that he probably complacent again
see me out and get bl++dy mouth, i embrace the revenge
check the ‘gram, boy, i’m straight with my hands
i only do family, don’t play with no friends
cross me, you done, we ain’t makin’ amends
millions to blow, boy, i play with them bands
you ain’t from the hood, we ain’t playin’ in sand
too solid for n+ggas
got some prada, now they proud of you, n+gga
poppin’ out, they poppin’ out with you, n+gga
ain’t got a b but i got me some figures, i’m different
speak on me wrong, i create a lil’ distance
so many pеople fell off on the mission
bad boy likе diddy or zeke on the pistons
love how i speak, i’m a g, it’s consistent
i know they call so many n+ggas goat, but they ain’t complete the assignment
so mamy things need alignment
pressure on me, it’s a diamond
i get thirty every night easy
hoes catch a vibe when they see me
on a new level, they peewee
ass fat, palm her like keke, yeah
i know i’m meant for the top
theres just no better example
i should start sellin’ a manual, uh
i’m like kyrie with the handles, yeah
gucci from head to the sandals, uh
fifty+one million, that’s annual
get to it quickly and manual
i’m too real to be canceled
matchin’ vibes by louie, certified
foreign whips, you n+ggas know the time
i was him way before my prime
dolla ’cause i tend to the dimes
i f+ck up a check
’cause my pockets deeper than most of these n+ggas
just know they gon’ give me repsect
i don’t play no games or do jokes with these n+ggas
[verse 2: lil wayne]
i don’t play no games or do jokes with these n+ggas
go hard in the paint, i go post on these n+ggas
these n+ggas campaign, i don’t vote for these n+ggas
ain’t got no champagne, i got toast for these n+ggas
smoke somethin’
i walk with a limp like i broke somethin’
i like that uzi, spit like a loogie
it sound like it’s clearin’ his throat from
feds takin’ pics, i’ma pose for ’em
all on my d+ck like i know somethin’
n+ggas want they flowers, then grow some
i come to this funeral and throw somethin’
money and the power, i got both of ’em
bugatti tsunami for sure comin’
i got the salami and cold cut ’em
i’m like aaron rogers, no huddle
and i’ma put all my n+ggas down, i’ma put all my b+tches up
them n+ggas too small to be biggin’ ’em up
and i start all my cars with digital touch
if i reach for the stars, them b+tches get touched
and if she l!ck my b+lls, my d+ck gon’ go nuts
and i be with my dogs ever since we was pups
and them flies on the wall never listen to us
and i keep the operation for cooperation
ain’t n0body safe, i know the combination
you gon’ pay donation if we tolerate ya
shawty body fake, i know the opp is faker
her lips is workin’ like a occupation
i will pistol whip ya, i will bobblehead ya
i will discontinue, discombobulate ya
you ain’t talkin’ money, that’s a non+versation
stop playin’, lil’ b+tch
moolah baby

- dame d o l l a lyrics

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