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dolly – lac lyrics

[intro]
vinso, vinso, vinso, vinso, vinso, vinso

[hook: dolly]
i hop out the ‘lac, where lil jack at?
i just got a bag, spend a rack up at saks
if i’m feeling sad, spend all my bands
spend all my bands on some ricky o’s and got it back
never see me bad can’t go out like that
offer me a tab i might take a stab
tell me i ain’t next, you need to relax
sorry boy you can’t argue with my stats

[verse 1: dolly]
if i’m feeling fast press down on the gas
i be smokin’ gooey gooey smokin’ sticky pack
i keep pounds of that in my cargo pants
gave my bro a strap just in case i lack
youngin’ to these n-ggas they deny that i’m they dad
i just turned 16 i’m making bands just cus’ i rap
i’m with all my shooters and we dressed out in all black
b-tch you talkin’ down you best believe i got that blatt

[verse 2: yungster jack]
hop out of the car, were smoking tar
smoke a usb i don’t care about my lungs, f-ck a cigar
(where lil jack at?)
i’m with the scarsss
i’m boutta throw up in the foreign, roof with the stars
i got your b-tch in a tennis skirt, she hit it back and forth
and i’m not really into her, still hit it like of course
i’m finna hop up in a plane, i’m tired of being up in the north
i’ve got these drugs up on my plate i’m finna put ’em up my nose
but i can’t fail my drug test
see some ops and some lames so suspect
early bird gon’ get the worm, you up yet?
about to do sh-t i regret, like f-ck it

- dolly lyrics

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