| Big dick, I pull up like lick dis
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| If your bitch ain’t hit your celly, she’s moving ridiculous
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| Backstage giving uck, I ain’t trusting these bitches ('ches)
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| Killer body counts, they don’t care about statistics
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| Spartans little kids, they start rapping to get a chick (Chick)
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| If I lick a banger, I guess I"m taking a risk (Risk)
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| I ain’t watching numbers unless they’re written on slips (Slips)
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| Yeah, I’m running to the money
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| While making rappers all trip, I’m rude (Rude)
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| 15k for a riddim, that’s big news (News)
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| Likkle man couldn’t fit in these big shoes (Shoes)
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| They said they rather a lyricist and it’s cool
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| Got bars for the adults and kiddies that’s in school (School)
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| The beats are under a brick (Brick)
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| Flip that, make the artist run for his stick
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| Labels, nah I’ve had enough of your shit
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| Send your money straight away so I can stunt with my bitch (Bitch)
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| Pull up to your shorty, she gon' giving me a million sucks (Sucks)
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| If I pull up with my niggas, we on job (Job)
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| Joke niggas got me feeling like «ugh»
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| Everytime I hit the smelly, got the Henny in my cup (Cup)
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| I love it when your honey comes just in time (Time)
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| Hit her with the willy, then she died (Died)
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| Sweet mummy, you could never be my wife
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| I ain’t really into mains but I’m ordering the sides (Sides)
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| I ain’t really into mains but I’m ordering a side (Side)
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| You can be my peas (Peas), you can be my rice (Rice)
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| You can be my ketchup (Ketchup), you can be my fries (Fries)
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| We can all do something special girls, that’s if you’re into a vibe (Vibe)
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| Uh, got rappers bawling again (Again)
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| 'Cause it’s not a diss track, but I’m parring again (Again)
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| Yeah she’s nice, but she can’t be a 10, 9, 8, 7
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| Unless she wanna to spoon (Spoon)
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| I’ve getting paper, getting DM’s from your boo (Boo)
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| I need my sensitivities
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| I’ve been a ghost and now they ask me, «Who are you?»
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| I had to show 'em with this poem
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| Hide there, people call me Dot, I’m back
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| I body rappers anytime I want like that
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| Love girls, you’ll find out
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| I got suttin' in my jeans that’ll make you right now
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| Pull up to your shorty, she gon' giving me a million sucks (Sucks)
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| If I pull up with my niggas, we on job (Job)
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| Joke niggas got me feeling like «ugh»
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| Everytime I hit the smelly, got the Henny in my cup (Cup)
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| I love it when your honey comes just in time (Time)
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| Hit her with the willy, then she died (Died)
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| Sweet mummy, you could never be my wife
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| I ain’t really into mains but I’m ordering the sides (Sides)
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| Woo
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| Easy work
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| I started this, 15 minutes past 7
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| It’s now 20 to 9 (Haha)
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| «4AM In The Morgue"out now
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| «Million Bucks"out now, stream that just so I get paid
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| Billion sucks, we need a billion
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| Dot Rotten I’m back, 1 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MILLION BUCKS , by - Dot Rotten. Song from the album 808s & GUNSHOTS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп