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dolla dame - my life lyrics

[intro: big sad 1900]
i need to feel your touch
ayy, man, i’m in this b+tch off hi+tech
your love, it means so much to me
i just poured up a three in a twenty+ounce
you make it heaven
ayy ([?])

[verse 1: big sad 1900]
let me fly you out, we’ll do miami for the weekend
we done got it poppin’, we somewhere off in the deep end
you can keep your n+gga when you with me, we just creepin’
caught him and i smoked him ’cause he said that we was beefin’
i’m the better option, y’all can go with plenty reasons
spin the block in the trackhawk like a demon
yeah, par, know it, i poured that sh+t up when i was lеanin’
it’s time to go spend thousands on some jackеts, it’s that season
any call from jail phones, they know we on top of that
we gon’ get them put in the dirt, watch who he poppin’ at
shot up every n+gga in your hood and told you, “holler back”
we just bought straps on straps, n+gga, copy that
[chorus: big sad 1900 & dolla dame]
yeah, i be in the trenches, i be thuggin’, ho
i don’t need your love, i just need the dough
she slippin’, she slidin’, she comin’ down the pole
i need a hundred thousand, that’s for every show
remember nights, my family said i had to go
remember nights on the block when it was slow
now i’m jumpin’ off the plane, jumpin’ on the road
now i’m bustin’ out my watch, i’m out here rockin’ gold (look, yeah)

[verse 2: dolla dame]
i hate twenties in my stash, i hate b+tches with no ass
fend her off ’cause she’s a f+g
i hate hoes who wanna suck and f+ck on me without no cash
she say she ain’t have no money, only time that i get mad
kidnap you like a kid, a n+gga play and they get grabbed
on the road to the riches lately, i be chasin’ bags
five thousand on my fit and i ain’t even check the tags
probably why these n+ggas mad, i know they upset
we got it right now, f+ck a “up next”
every time you see me, i’ma up checks
stacked a hundred thousand, still feel it ain’t enough yet
i come from the gutter, baby, i been in the projects
get it out the mud with me, it’s a crazy concept
belly of the beast, a lot of sh+t be hard to digest
i done seen it all, got me feelin’ like i’m used to it
you just left the porch, i can tell, you look new to it
stack it out then blew through it
ice you like the rappers and i barely even do music
the money keep on callin’ me, ballin’ like i oughta be
she gave me twenty bands and now she thinkin’ she get all of me
my dogs know they can call on me, so that’s why they gon’ call on me
[outro: dolla dame]
yeah, man, look
you a real n+gga, you goin’ through real sh+t, n+gga
you gotta hold your head, though
me and big sad talked to these n+ggas enough
you know, like? give n+ggas type motivation about this sh+t, goin’ through this sh+t, you gotta go through it, n+gga
chin up, chest out, though, yeah

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