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swapa - ​dolo lyrics

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[intro]
evil empire laughing all the way to the bank, hu+hu+ha+ha

[chorus]
do— dolo, n+gga, i’on need n0body (too— too much—)
too much gas, i’on need no molly
pack came in from kawasaki
i count up— i count up bread, n+gga, who gon’ stop me?
i keep me a— i keep me a pop, so who gon’ flock me?
i’m here, right, n+gga? finna add a deposit
finna press that b+tch, just hit her like bobby (whew)
finna drop that n+gga, no problem
i’m poppin’ no percs, ’cause i been off molly
i been on my sh+t, i’m down on callin’
in that trackhawk jeep, on the highway, flowin’
whatever you say, is not important
stuck in the e+way, b+tch, i’m in sport (yeah)
lil’ n+gga a lame, i’on need no source
ran down on a b+tch, i increased my force
up in the pack, and my d+ck was gon’ torture
travalin’ every day, b+tch, i ain’t tourin’
i’m feelin’ exotic, by havin’ a foreign
i count up— i count up nack, and stack bread in the morgue
keep f+ckin’ with that b+tch, finna text her she boring

[verse]
got too much all in my pack
got too much all in my back
got a bad b+tch, “sit on my lap”
got a bad b+tch, she say, “slatt”
tеll her, “sit down, you ain’t that”
finna take you up off the map
b+tch, you ain’t on that, n+gga, rеlax
i keep me a big gun, i ain’t gon’ scr+p
[chorus]
do— dolo, n+gga, i’on need n0body (too— too much—)
too much gas, i’on need no molly
pack came in from kawasaki
i count up— i count up bread, n+gga, who gon’ stop me?
i keep me a— i keep me a pop, so who gon’ flock me?
i’m here, right, n+gga? finna add a deposit
finna press that b+tch, just hit her like bobby (whew)
finna drop that n+gga, no problem
i’m poppin’ no percs, ’cause i been off molly
i been on my sh+t, i’m down on callin’
in that trackhawk jeep, on the highway, flowin’
whatever you say, is not important
stuck in the e+way, b+tch, i’m in sport (yeah)
lil’ n+gga a lame, i’on need no source
ran down on a b+tch, i increased my force
up in the pack, and my d+ck was gon’ torture
travalin’ every day, b+tch, i ain’t tourin’
i’m feelin’ exotic, by havin’ a foreign
i count up— i count up nack, and stack bread in the morgue
keep f+ckin’ with that b+tch, finna text her she boring



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