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dos - r.a.r.e lyrics

[intro: dos]
(ill instrumental)
two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag
(two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag)
two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag
(two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag)

[verse 1: dos]
two bad b+tches with a flip right now
two bad b+tches with a whip right now
two bad b+tches with their tits right out
oh lord, oh lord
please come and save me, please come and save me
molly for the raven
we ain’t seeing up to the future
but i’m f+cking in the uber, oh lord
we might f+ckin’ crash, oh no
who the f+ck knows?
coke up on her nose, coke up on her nose
i might have to put my d+ck up in that, oh, oh
(get it right back)
put in prada, it ain’t nada, get it poppin’
call me ‘papa’ or somethin’
dont you motherf+ckin’ call me
when i’m gettin’ this money
redbone, big [?]
hold up, wait a minute
trippin’ lsd, oh
[chorus: dos]
two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag
(two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag)

[verse 2: dominic fike]
ay, i told them “give me two somethin’, make another two off ’em”
i feel like jada p, i sip on [?] (yuh)
2k in that louis v suitcase
shoot+faced if a n+gga get stupid
i bring the, bring the, banger
lex and luther [?]
this my business place, i never use it
this my turn to say some sh+t you hate
this my burn up blazing in yo’ face
this my turn up, ain’t sh+t you can say
give my word, i bring it through the day
plan to turn the priv+ turning private school girls to pirates
earning profit, doing sh+t that i wanted
turn the profit (yuh)

like aphrodite, skin tight, black bikini
[?] by the poolside, n+gga
do that b+tch a secret service, like i [?]
boy you f+ck ’round with my brother
blow yo’ [?]
[chorus: dos}
two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag
(two bad b+tches in the motherf+ckin back
two (two) hundred thousand and that louis v bag)

[verse 3: dos]
d+d+dollar, get your hype man (yes)
it’s the hype man (yes)
i might have to roll my weed, pop a couple xans
pop a couple xans
pop the champagne
make yo’ b+tch dance, on that f+ckin’ pole
she drop it so low, oh no, where we goin, sippin, oh
i might have to f+ckin’ go
n+gga [?]
put my dragon b+lls up on yo’ b+tches palm (oh, yuh)
she love the f+ckin’ future now (yuh)
smokin’ on this what?
i’m smokin’ on this wood

- dos lyrics

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