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dolla dame - definition lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
heart of the trentches, that’s why my n+ggas trippin
and riding through your section, late night with thе 50
try to catch them slippin, he worth a lil bag
hd [?], but this glizzy got a clap
instagram boomin, all thesе b+tches on my sack
philthy keep the hoes, you told me all these b+tches f+ggits
[?] came [?] the plug, knowing we some addicts
prices kinda high, but f+ck it, i can’t pass it
slime through my hodod, you can catch me all out in traffic
double back on him, and show him who really active
chopper got a drum, fasho it [?]
it’s how these streets go, i’m just waiting on my kaskit

[chorus ?]
more money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
bussin down for the [?]
trappin rappin in these streets, breaking roleys out of hoes
defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
more money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
bussin down for the [?]
trappin rappin in these streets, breaking roleys out of hoes
defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
[verse 2 ?]
left the cream soda contaminated, i’m still sippin
glock 23 was motified, b+tch, i’m still trippin
i’m tryna score, so if i catch you, it’s a touchdown
still stuffing 50’s in my [?] bust down
b+tch, we up now
[?] f.o.d
drop it in a pot, and watch it lock, you know the recipe
i’m [?] out extra headshots for n+ggas testing me
i’m running up a bag, and i got all my n+ggas next to me
more money, more gualla, how the game feel
gotta keep them suckas out your circle, ’cause the game real
more money, more gualla, how the game feel
b+tch, you know i’m rocking with the motherf+cking gang still

[verse 3: philthy rich]
a prodict of my environment, real n+ggas i’m inspiring
i’ma keep squeezing til it jam or break the fire pin
gotta like babyface, still got a baby face
oakland n+ggas beefing, [?] case
no money, [?] that’s a paper trase
five hundred grand in my acount, [?]
take care of my little brother’s son, because he caught a case
let the next man raise him, so i stepped up to the plate
still in the kitchen, like [?]
got expelled for a hammer, while you was sitting in dentention
just bought the foreign, already f+cked up the suspention
five o behind me, had a head on collision
it’s philthy
[chorus ?]
more money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
bussin down for the [?]
trappin rappin in these streets, breaking roleys out of hoes
defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
more money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
bussin down for the [?]
trappin rappin in these streets, breaking roleys out of hoes
defenition of making it out [?] broke no more

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