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upchurch - dolla fo' dolla lyrics

[intro: yo gotti]
yeah n+gga, it’s whatever
yeah b+tch, it’s whatever
yeah, i am

[verse 1: yo gotti & 10percent]
i’ll never let my n+ggas down
nah, i never put some choppas down
hit your b+tch when i come in town
she ain’t never let a n+gga down
blog put a n+gga business out
knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
i got opps i don’t know about
stand on business, we don’t talk about it
we do real numbers, real chef, benihana’s
i’ll take a n+gga under
watch three+hundred, these is yeezy’s
‘fore they drop (yeah), call ’em dondas
jay said i got the thunder
pray to god for the runnеrs
whole pandemic, all i seen was snow, it’s like i missеd the summer
put it on my mama
yo gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
yo gotti, he be runnin’ ’round with real k!llers
hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f+ck n+ggas
big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n+ggas
n+ggas say they slidin’, n0body dyin’ though (oh)
your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
we can go thottie for thottie
i’m scholarship gotti, you gave a b+tch a birkin
i just gave her some knowledge
[verse 2: upchurch)
church
i’m wippin’ my ford and my roads made of gravel
walk in the club like i bought a whole saddle
they tell me who hatin’ it dont even matter
yo boy stayin’ blessed like i live in a chapel
center i am, got a meal with a apple
in court with 3 hoes and they dont even matter
they tryna’ attach to the dopest example of country thuggin’ and they know that is factual
big bubba in an ss rockin’ overalls he a rap star
hot wheels in the driveway tell a hater we can never match cars
f+ck the game we don’t match bars, south side till i match stars
even then it’s still south side, sittin’ in the rollie eatin’ goulash
i’m a country singer with a glock for real
walkin’ the block of the city still
eyes red but i don’t know sh+t in the back seat ass detail
and i don’t give a f+ck what you got going on
i’m famous famous, not like famous faking what i’ve done (church)

[verse 3: yo gotti]
all of my n+ggas united
just bought into dc united
i gave him the pack and he tanked it
twenty+five pints and he dranked it
just showed her my account and she fainted
showed him the plug and he thanked me
“ayy, gotti you low, you jankie”
lil’ b+tch just posted me, brainless
rolls royce stainless
made my neighborhood famous
rich catch for tourists
ay, why yo’ jewelry blurry?
all my jewelry flawless, all my n+ggas stallers
none of my n+ggas sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
all my forgies offset
all my diamonds factory set
that my lil’ savage, i stamped that
my b+tch like the sunset, yeah
i see the same n+ggas doin’ the same sh+t every day (sh+t every day)
different n+gga, yeah, i had to go and make a way (go and make a way)
any day, it’s another million+dollar plate
it’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

- upchurch lyrics

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