| Jay Storm already told you we got the bands in our pants
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| Bitch, I’m ridin' dolo
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| Yeah, bitch, I’m ridin' dolo (Bans)
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Money so long
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| Money so long
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| So long
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Bitch, I’m ridin' dolo, ayy, pull up in a stolo, ayy
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| Diamonds in my chain different colors like Crayola, ayy
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| I can’t fuck this bitch if she come in with the odor, ayy
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| Pull up and you know I got the supercharged motor, ayy
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| Bitch, it’s Yung Bans, young nigga, I got older
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| Bitch, I’m juggin' with the pack, bitch, I’m juggin' for the sack
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| If a nigga pull up on me, then he better have my cash
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| If a nigga ain’t got my cash, then you know I’m on the gas, yeah
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| Race track, ayy, moving very fast
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| Nigga gotta come in first, bitch, I can’t come in last
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| Bitch, I really do this shit, I can’t be nothin' like my dad
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| Huh, yeah, that nigga sittin' on his ass (Yeah, yeah)
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| And bitch I’m dolo
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| Pull up, geeked up, movin' slow-mo
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| Pour a four up, then pour four more
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| Fucked your bitch 'cause she a ho-ho
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| Ho-ho, hold up, pull up, roll up
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| Good gas, smoke up, on your poster
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| Your bitch she wanna fuck me 'cause she know a nigga glowed up
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| Yeah that nigga- (Yeah, ayy)
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
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| Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo |