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DOLLA4DOLLA
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór DOLLA4DOLLA został wydany 23 grudnia 2022 przez SCRUTINY jako część albumu BLUE
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AlbumBLUE
Data wydania23 grudnia 2022
WytwórniaSCRUTINY
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM137

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Scott
Julian Scott
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Nardo
Yea
Let's go dollar for dollar
I got me some money, I got me some guala
Two pretty pennies, they fucking and swallow
I got him mad cause' his bitch trying to holler
He can't be mad cause he know that I'm nardo
You talk today, you won't breathe by tomorrow
Hop in a renty', we slide Montecarlo
Bro sipping lean trying to drown out the sorrow
Look at my VV's reflect like it's water
Move on you're dolly, you got to move smarter
Tan on my dickies, my fit look like tartar
Might cop, some ricky's, my bitch want some prada
Talk to this money, I'm speaking it proper
Twin got a cutter like motherfucking barbers
Thot got the shape of a motherfucking bottle
My **** sip till they empty the bottle
Look at my neck, that hoe look like some water
I'm finna drop, it ain't safe again
We don't take L's, we made to win
Make what you make in a week in a day like, "look what I made again"
We got the gang outside them **** still pouring up drink again
Play with the gang then you fade in the wind
I'm still independent like free agents
I'm cold on this mic, better not freeze baby
I'm one of a kind, you can't create me
I been the one since the baby no pre-mating
Riding around town with my young **** glocks and we bending that block and he serving that bitch
Me and 13 still got Saint Don, we ain't worried bout' none, we ain't worried bout' shit
Nardo
Yea
Let's go dollar for dollar, I got me some money, I got me some guala
Two pretty pennies, they fucking and swallow
I got him mad cause' his bitch trying to holler
He can't be mad cause he know that I'm nardo
You talk today he won't breathe by tomorrow
Hop in a renty', we slide Montecarlo
Bro sipping lean trying to drown out the sorrow
Look at my VV's reflect like it's water
Move on you're dolly, you got to move smarter
Tan on my dickies, my fit look like tartar
Might cop, some Ricky's, my bitch want some prada
Talk to this money, I'm speaking it proper
Twin got a cutter like motherfucking barbers
Thot got the shape of a motherfucking bottle
My **** sip till they empty the bottle
We got the gang outside, them **** still pouring up drank again
Play with the gang then you fade in the wind
I'm one of a kind, you can't create me
I been the one since the baby no pre-mating
Riding around town with my young **** glocks and we bending that block and he serving that bitch
Me and 13 still got Saint Don, we ain't worried bout' none, we ain't worried bout' shit (yea bitch)
Written by: Julian Scott
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