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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Songwriter
Phillip Houston
Phillip Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Medic Beats
Lil Medic Beats
Producer

Texty

I do what the bosses do and move how the bosses move Aye Aye Never had any doubts my momma told me it's possible Aye Aye You can weather the storm just keep avoiding the obstacles Aye Aye Said momma I made Momma I made it, your son gon famous No lie, loyalty's what I go by Stack and flipping it til I get up to multi Visions clear just like I'm seeing with 4 eyes And stay sharp like cummerbunds and a bow tie You know my family gotta be close by Been with Marv since 3 maybe 4-5 Started hooping and rode the wave like a boat ride Small city my nigga made it to show time It's go time Feeling like I'm a vet Debut album I'm coming for my respect Fire burning I feel all in my chest Gave it my all don't think I got nothing left Perseverance that's why I feel like I'm blessed Don't call me cocky nigga I just wanna flex Aye Aye Album bumpin like a dope fiend So Tatted boys I put on for my whole team I do what the bosses do and move how the bosses move Aye Aye Never had any doubts my momma told me it's possible Aye Aye You can weather the storm just keep avoiding the obstacles Aye Aye Said momma I made Momma I made it, your son gon famous They ain't expect me to level up like I did Momma in a mansion, 20 acres round the crib I ain't have to say I made it, I just changed up how we live Only foreign whips, 10-deep foreign trips huh Never doubted the hustle or possibility I been surrounded by muscle, a proper centerpiece The more I level up the more I'm valuing my energy Tired of this industry with higher-ups from infamy Niggas hate how we living, but momma love it All the times I felt I was losing then rise above it I was tryna get for the family when y'all was clubbing Made if for my momma, my aunties, uncles, and cousins I do what the bosses do and move how the bosses move Aye Aye Never had any doubts my momma told me it's possible Aye Aye You can weather the storm just keep avoiding the obstacles Aye Aye Said momma I made Momma I made it, your son gon famous Monster feeling like I'm a beast Momma raised me she instilled the belief I Been grinding 7 days out the week A couple hours designated for sleep Never fold, surrendering, or retreat Not cuz I'm proud cuz my family gotta eat Said momma I made Momma I made it, your son gon famous
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