dolla dame - bench warmers lyrics
[intro: bla$ta]
([?])
see if they that bold
left, bunch a n+gga name back, though, n0body got back though
ain’t gotta diss sh+t
i just dish it, see if they dig it
left on that [?][0:21]
if you ain’t shooty, you should pass that
uh, hit my cash app
sh+t, skrrt, still spinnin’
[verse 1: bla$ta]
they wanna talk about them n+ggas winnin’
be careful what come out your mouth, might f+ck off your dinner
ayy, was so young, went and grabbed a floater just so i can spin it, n+gga
watch me get him on purpose, give a f+ck if he cannin’ n+ggas
bunch of n+ggas on a song, ain’t did sh+t to n+ggas
oldest n+gga on the song ain’t even pinch n+ggas
i know your kind, shoulda, coulda, barely win n+gga
like my last job landscape, had to trim n+ggas
n+ggas don’t know respect [?][0:54]
n+ggas throw rocks in high hands, shoutout my gym n+gga
huh, i ain’t ever been a joke, rakim with it
n+gga ain’t just drop a statement, he had a pen in it
huh, see where i went with it?
ever bring your gun back, don’t ask where i went with it
smokin’, you can’t hit my weed, what you put in on it?
they ain’t want my name all gold, try to smear sh+t on it
gotta see a n+gga that i know before i get it in
knew she was a fool with the head, seen how she spit on it
[verse 2: dolla dame]
yeah, she a freaky b+tch
everybody yellow motion now, n+ggas need to quit
lot of n+ggas hatin’ on my gang, tell ’em, “suck a d+ck”
sucka n+ggas f+ckin’ ’round with suckas on that sucka sh+t
brodie got a stitch on his glock, he might hit anybody
if you ain’t got a stripe on your belt, gotta get a body
n+ggas throw some throwback kicks, thought you was givin’ money
my b+tch postin’ ads right now, she tryna get it for me
we could do the math right now and i could show a hundred
i can spend a bag right now then go and blow a hundred
stupid, keep my name out your convo
i’ll throw nine to his back like he rondo
[?][1:47], have his mama mournin’ like elonzo
big looseleaf filled with za, f+ck a phanto
need it pr+nto, asap, right now
whole lotta guns in this b+tch, tell him, “pipe down”
pick your mans up, he ain’t lookin’ good
we’ll turn a opp to a pack, put him in a ‘wood
we’ll turn a opp to a gang and have you rep ’em
you ain’t get back your get+back, how you steppin’?
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