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upchurch – dolla fo’ dolla كلمات اغاني

[intro: yo gotti]
yeah n_gga, it’s whatever
yeah b_tch, it’s whatever
yeah, i am

[verse 1: yo gotti & 10percent]
i’ll never let my n_ggas down
nah, i never put some choppas down
hit your b_tch when i come in town
she ain’t never let a n_gga down
blog put a n_gga business out
knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
i got opps i don’t know about
stand on business, we don’t talk about it
we do real numbers, real chef, benihana’s
i’ll take a n_gga under
watch three_hundred, these is yeezy’s
‘fore they drop (yeah), call ’em dondas
jay said i got the thunder
pray to god for the runnеrs
whole pandemic, all i seen was snow, it’s like i missеd the summer
put it on my mama
yo gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
yo gotti, he be runnin’ ’round with real k!llers
hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f_ck n_ggas
big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n_ggas
n_ggas say they slidin’, n0body dyin’ though (oh)
your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
we can go thottie for thottie
i’m scholarship gotti, you gave a b_tch a birkin
i just gave her some knowledge
[verse 2: upchurch)
church
i’m wippin’ my ford and my roads made of gravel
walk in the club like i bought a whole saddle
they tell me who hatin’ it dont even matter
yo boy stayin’ blessed like i live in a chapel
center i am, got a meal with a apple
in court with 3 hoes and they dont even matter
they tryna’ attach to the dopest example of country thuggin’ and they know that is factual
big bubba in an ss rockin’ overalls he a rap star
hot wheels in the driveway tell a hater we can never match cars
f_ck the game we don’t match bars, south side till i match stars
even then it’s still south side, sittin’ in the rollie eatin’ goulash
i’m a country singer with a glock for real
walkin’ the block of the city still
eyes red but i don’t know sh_t in the back seat ass detail
and i don’t give a f_ck what you got going on
i’m famous famous, not like famous faking what i’ve done (church)

[verse 3: yo gotti]
all of my n_ggas united
just bought into dc united
i gave him the pack and he tanked it
twenty_five pints and he dranked it
just showed her my account and she fainted
showed him the plug and he thanked me
“ayy, gotti you low, you jankie”
lil’ b_tch just posted me, brainless
rolls royce stainless
made my neighborhood famous
rich catch for tourists
ay, why yo’ jewelry blurry?
all my jewelry flawless, all my n_ggas stallers
none of my n_ggas sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
all my forgies offset
all my diamonds factory set
that my lil’ savage, i stamped that
my b_tch like the sunset, yeah
i see the same n_ggas doin’ the same sh_t every day (sh_t every day)
different n_gga, yeah, i had to go and make a way (go and make a way)
any day, it’s another million_dollar plate
it’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

- upchurch

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