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oliver francis - dlc lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yeah, yo
ayy, yeah

[chorus]
can’t bring a b+tch home back with me
i walk in this b+tch, big racks on me
i treat new cars like dlc
i treat these hoes like dlc
can’t bring a b+tch home back with me
i walk in this b+tch, big racks on me
i treat new cars like dlc
i treat these hoes like dlc
[verse 1]
paintjob look like dmt
new chrome’s but the bag that say lv
i get real high but i don’t sip lean
i’on f+ck that b+tch if she don’t roll weed
only rock jordan one’s and fours
all white, pure money on all my toes
put the trust in the gang, i don’t trust these hoes
i’ma spеnd 100k on cigarettes and clothes
lеft wrist froze, my right wrist froze
big backwood, i don’t do pre+rolls
pink champagne all in my styrofoam
gotta put my phone on airplane mode
rs7, i don’t drive no rolls
in the rs7, i don’t drive no rolls
i’ma hit my weed, i’ma kick these flows
i’ma hit my weed, i’ma kick these flows

[chorus]
can’t bring a b+tch home back with me
i walk in this b+tch, big racks on me
i treat new cars like dlc
i treat new hoes like dlc
can’t bring a b+tch home back with me
i walk in this b+tch, big racks on me
i treat new cars like dlc
i treat new hoes like dlc
[verse 2]
[?] seats in the new m3
with the whole d+mn team [?]
white gold chain on the hanes white tee
spend the whole d+mn day out on a jet ski
you ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t swag like me
with a bad ass b+tch [?]
she bringin’ two friends, and it’s one, two, three
now i’m smokin’ on some’ taste like kiwi
prolly on a yacht smokin’ on seaweed
two b+tches in the coupe, yeah, rollin’ three deep
chillin’ with a sydney like sweeney
in a blacked+out benz with the rims too clean
with the top+down tints, you ain’t even see me
with the top+down tints, you ain’t even see me
prolly chillin’ with a sydney like sweeney
prolly chillin’ with a sydney like sweeney

- oliver francis lyrics

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