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redda & dom corleo – dashboard كلمات اغاني

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[chorus: redda]
(pourin’ up now) that b_tch, she sip on some lean, i sip that red, not no green
f_ckin’ that b_tch in a— uh, yeah, f_ckin’ that b_tch, louis sheets
and you know we chasin’ that bread
that chase had the b_tch give me head, go ahead like please
i can’t wait ’til i’m dead and go way underneath
yeah, that b_tch, she want some bread, she like, “please,” hm, hm
two_twenty my motherf_ckin’ dashboard, b_tch (i can’t wait ’til i’m down)
yeah, i stay with my b_tch, we like lilo and stitch
i stay goin’ too cool, i can’t get a grip
they say, ”lil’ redda, he fried,” they say, ”lil’ redda, he greasy,” huh

[verse 1: redda]
i’m so motherf_ckin’ friеd, ain’t know that i f_cked on yo’ b_tch, yeah
i’m so godd_mn high, my ex on thе perc’ on the stick
he wan’ try us, lil’ b_tch, we got sticks
come and try us, lil’ b_tch, we got bl!cks
got a lil’ bad b_tch askin’ me for a pack
got a lil’ bad b_tch askin’ me for some d_ck, huh
pop me a motherf_ckin’ blue, that’s a avatar pill, huh
lil’ redda off of the shrooms, now i know what that avatar feels
b_tch wanna get next to me, lil’ b_tch want some ecstasy
yeah, big bro, pass me the bentley key, yeah
bentayga baddie, that b_tch on her knees, yeah
balenciaga, it’s matchin’ my sneak, yeah
balenciaga, the strikes and on my feet
the fendi and prada and ricky the tee
i got louis vuitton, i said, ”rest in peace, v”
huh, r.i.p. v, huh, yeah, r.i.p. v
yeah, r.i.p. v, huh, yeah, r.i.p. v
[chorus: redda & dom corleo]
that b_tch, she sip on some lean, i sip that red, not no green
f_ckin’ that b_tch in a— uh, yeah, f_ckin’ that b_tch, louis sheets
and you know we chasin’ that bread
that chase had the b_tch give me head, go ahead like please
i can’t wait ’til i’m dead and go way underneath
yeah, that b_tch, she want some bread, she like, “please,” hm, hm
two_twenty my motherf_ckin’ dashboard, b_tch (i can’t wait ’til i’m down)
yeah, i stay with my b_tch, we like lilo and stitch
i stay goin’ too cool, i can’t get a grip
they say, ”lil’ redda, he fried,” they say, ”lil’ redda, he greasy,” huh (yo)

[verse 2: dom corleo]
i can go up when i wanna (yeah, huh)
i’m the hottest, hotter than the sauna (yeah)
known to put a lil’ ho in designer
known to hit the ho once, never call her (never call her)
and i still got the ho callin’ back (back)
yeah, i still got that ho on my back (still got that ho on my back)
and it’s nothin’ that’s holdin’ me back (real)
me and all of the money attached (oh yeah)
and i’m in love with the green (i’m in love)
probably picked the money over s_x
probably pick a ho and bigger checks (then get chased)
probably f_ck a ho with bigger tits (then get teased)
but she don’t get the tip
she get down and she play with the tip (yo)
stack my pockets, i walk with a limb (oh, wow)
fully loaded, i shoot at this b_tch (oh, wow)
glock with the d_ck, and i play the with clip
i stand on my money, i’m tall in this b_tch (oh wow)
gellato whisky, i ballin’ this b_tch (oh, wow)
my hand on the glock and i’m aimin’ that b_tch (wow)
k_k k rounds (sh_t), he got k_k k_karo (woah)
wait, wait, bad ho
like, tell me, is you on go? (tell me, is you on go?)
’cause i got a bankroll, couldn’t just thumb through my bands, bro? (through my bands, bro)
couldn’t just count it on my hands, bro
my b_tch, you can’t have her, bro
(my b_tch, you can’t have her bro)
(i bet you can’t count bands on my f_ckin’ hands, yeah, yeah, yo)
(i bet you can’t count bands on my f_ckin’ hands, yeah, yeah, yo)
[chorus: redda & dom corleo]
that b_tch, she sip on some lean (woah), i sip that red, not no green
f_ckin’ that b_tch in a— (yo) uh, yeah, f_ckin’ that b_tch, louis sheets
and you know we chasin’ that bread
that chase had the b_tch give me head, go ahead like please
i can’t wait ’til i’m dead and go way underneath
yeah, that b_tch, she want some bread, she like, “please,” hm, hm
two_twenty my motherf_ckin’ dashboard, b_tch (i can’t wait ’til i’m down)
yeah, i stay with my b_tch, we like lilo and stitch
i stay goin’ too cool, i can’t get a grip
they say, ”lil’ redda, he fried,” they say, ”lil’ redda, he greasy”

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