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dolla - who the f*** is that? (explicit version) lyrics

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i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-gg-s like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?

hit the door like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gg- that’s of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?

pull up in somethin’ tinted, two hundred on the dash
y’all sh-t rented, hot drop cash, watch the doors lift up
this n-gg- then went mad, i’m what you never had
some of this, and some of that

tell that b-tch to give me a kiss, then i smack her on the -ss
throw a stack at her and laugh
this sh-t to me ain’t nothing
how much money do you have?
that’s not up for discussion
i’ll be mashing out in something european on them b-ttons

i been rich since i was eleven
my grams look like sevens
my killers look like reverends
and you better count your blessings

konvict piece around my neck
misdemeanor on my wrist
got a felon on my pinkie
got you blinkin’ when it gliss

i got strippers on the payroll
chargers in diego
yayo like it’s mayo
don’t play around me pesos

you should see this steelow
neighborhood nino
b-tches call me dolla
but these n-gg-s call me debo

i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-gg-s like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?

hit the door like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gg- that’s of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?

shinin’ like a motherf-cker
bbs is blankin’
steve erkle bought a ton
that purple stay stinkin’
you talk to that n-gg-, i got swag, i got juice
see me in that bentley coup
right in front of runnin’ shoop

you be runnin’ when i shoot
i be shootin’ when you runnin’
con got me out the streets
told me dolla get that money
now i’m the club stuntin’ like la la la la
laughin’ at these clown n-gg-s like ha ha ha ha

look, you f-ckin’ with a winner
strippin’ lobster for the dinner
veteran in the game
you wasn’t n-gg-s, just beginners

and my d boy stance bout to pop a rubber band
f-ck that fightin’ in the club
you n-gg-s f-ckin’ up my plans

i’m tryna get a dance, her name and her number
take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer
you n-gg-s make it rain while dolla make it thunda
alb-m comin’ soon, b-tch, get ready for the summer

i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-gg-s like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?

i’m like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gg- that’s of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like ooo wee

ain’t nothin’ for me to come through and shut the club down
walk through the club me and mug haters down
drop a stack at the bar, a hundred louis thirteen
posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet

they lookin’ at me like, who is, who is he?
i straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets
my name’s ramone and you can spell it when i step in yo room
take vi, chevy go zoom

i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-gg-s like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?

i’m like right left back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gg- that’s of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?



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