| Yeah, Yeah, So
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| Yo, yo
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| The name’s Dolla and I’m majoring in disrespect
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| Grip the Tec, left his fucking whip with a mess
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| Architect, build bridges with the bricks I serve
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| Nigga went from pitching herb to damn near flipping words
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| Shit’s absurd, evidently uncanny
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| Every club in New York done banned me
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| Faggots can’t stand me, bitching at the crowd too rowdy
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| Weed too loud and my bitch too astounding
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| Swear the hate is so see through
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| No daps when I see you or your weak crew
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| This the peep hole to my life I’m just giving you a peek, boo
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| Remember when you use your mouth to watch your teeth, who
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| Thinking about all of the shit that I couldn’t have changed
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| Thinking about all of the shit that I wouldn’t have changed
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| Thinking about all of the shit that I couldn’t change
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| Thinking about all of the shit that I wouldn’t change
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| Glock .40, the pistol, a issue, it spitting flames
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| Your bitch riding with me and know that she giving brain
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| The drugs in my body, she say that I’m thinking strange
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| The drugs in her body, she say that she feeling wave
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| Feeling like Jada on Ryder, I’m gripping grain
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| Double the cup, cause my nigga I’m drinking, pain
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| I’m counting that money, I swear I don’t feel the same
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| When I’m counting that money, I swear that I don’t feel the same
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| Counting that money, I swear that I…
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| Glock 40, the pistol, a issue |