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slimeout - new dolce lyrics

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i got dolce on my clothes

i put dolce on these hoes

racks in these bricks racks my britches

dolce on my b+tch, love rich b+tches

what you gon say, please do not talk

i got dolce when i walk

dolce my kicks, gabbana we rich

went and got bag made it back flip

i’m ballin’ hard in the league like i’m rose

glist on designer they called twinkle toes

ice on my neck and my wrist it stay froze

sippin on wok i just poured up a four

they act like they love me been hurt through the most
b+tches bе stuntin they gon get exposеd

she actin lil bougie but freak on the low

bands in my pockets you know they stay swoll (racks racks racks)

walk into neiman don’t need me no list

dolce my feet but no walkin l!ck

just bought me a glock and it came with a stick

no need for no beam cause you know i won’t miss

check out my jewels yo b+tch she be watchin

so much drip on me might need me two closets

cashed out at dolce just made a deposit

these n+ggas be hating be stuntin be flodgin (slimeout)

i’m all about money the top of the topic

if i see it and like it you know imma cop it
i ride in a foreign it built like a rocket

splurge out in houston i ball like the rockets

i got dolce on my clothes

i put dolce on these hoes

racks in these bricks racks my britches

dolce on my b+tch, love rich b+tches

what you gon say, please do not talk

i got dolce when i walk

dolce my kicks, gabbana we rich

went and got bag made it back flip

dolce on my feet drippin like a water faucet

bad hoes kiss my feet, kissin on my dolce

this b+tch committed yeah she like adultery
yeah i’m in this whip pedal on my dolce

hop out the wraith no it is not safe

two hundred thousand in this brief case

ride with these slime we crashin the plane

slimeout in dolce, that’s like everyday

dolce on my body, white diamonds all on my face

close the store doors but we ain’t gotta wait

phineas and ferb yeah what we buy today

drippin lotta sauce but you can’t get a taste

seven thousand fit, walking like a l!ck

hundreds in the bag, figures bout six

naw y’all can’t take my drip like this

broke n+ggas make me laugh

double cs on my b+tch, she chanel bad

i’m poppin pills, i’m poppin these tags

hoppin in a foreign put my foot on the gas

all this money but it not gon last

i got dolce on my clothes

i put dolce on these hoes

racks in these bricks racks my britches

dolce on my b+tch, love rich b+tches

what you gon say, please do not talk

i got dolce when i walk

dolce my kicks, gabbana we rich

went and got bag made it back flip

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