letra de dolce - chris brown
[verse 1: chris brown]
they say, “f-ck you, where your friends at?”
we say, “f-ck it, where the bands at?”
we say, “b-tch you by the car? no”
i tell the b-tch i love the bottle
b-tch you be busy, why you callin’?
see that b-tch is poppin’ bars now
[hook: chris brown]
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
[verse 2: chris brown]
baby, you the finest, booty bouncin’
that’s why i put you in designer, i’m movin’ mountains
haters get the f-ck from round, we don’t f-ck around
you know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
hasta luego
play with the bricks like they legos
too drunk, i’mma f-ck up my kidneys
come check out my brain like play-dough
all my killers, they do what i say so
all my b-tches stay down, you don’t mess with
got a b-tch who just do what i need
hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
it’s hard to tell if she really loves me
or is it the dolce
i’m too f-cked up at the moment
to even recognize your face, we was too f-cked up
[hook: chris brown]
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
[verse 3: young blacc]
she blowin’ my phone up
she want that d-ck first thing in the morning
skrrt off in the foreign
just give me some head, that p-ssy is borin’
sellin’ p-ssy like it’s real estate
puttin’ jugs on the interstate
old clip out the h-town
on the southside with my n-gg- trey
you n-gg-s is foolish, you soundin’ so stupid
just left from my jeweller
like what is you doin’?
just got back from tour, i’m livin’ like lucious
i be drunk off the d’ucé
two hoes, call it two play
man down at the trap house
tell ’em take mine, we done that play
ohb, that’s the set n-gg-
father sellin’ them bricks now
got a redbone on the westdie
that bang head like tip n-gg-
i’m good wherever i go
i’m stacked up and they know
with the top down on my king sh-t
i got the keys n-gg-, like hov
[hook: chris brown]
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
pourin’ dolce, dolce yeah
why you playin’ round? need to bring that body here
i’m divin’ in, i eat it all day
i don’t give a f-ck what your hoe say
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