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letra de billiondollorbaby (with 2nd verse) - dasgasdom3

[intro]
yeah

[tag 1]:
fantom!

[verse 1]:
residuals stoop when i change, my money is digital
n—s decline but they talking that sh-t
don’t understand and don’t play by the rules
don’t give a f–k who can get hit
talk about family that’s all that i got
my brother, my sister, my momma, my pops
n—s keep play they f-ck aroung get shot
i’m always myself don’t got time for no thot
i know what i said and i know what i did
they always be sh-ting but i got to pick
if you ain’t on top then who the f–k is
i don’t really care because it got it write
they got to catch me if they want what’s given
i always stay humble im talking my sh-t
i smoke to i fumble im up in the six (das)
seven im up in your b—h (gas)
eight while i’m wipping the stick (dom)
ninе while i do my lil dance in this b—h
shopping she calling mе sams in this b—h (3)
when i go ham in this b-tch
what i got to do to make bands in my pocket
get in your bag and you chasing deposit
f–k it i’m rich but you know how im rocking
n—a be snitching you know they ain’t locking
n—a was sleeping but i got them watching
now that’s what they say you know that i’m chopping down
i warned the oppass now go get the choppas
i do it my way while these n—a improper
yeah how you feel that i made it and statement
i went my own way now i’m making replacements
they be on vaycay but i’m keeping it jaded
i shoot when i’m faded i started at the bas-m-nt
the one in your circle be the one who hating
i married myself cause n—a i made it
shout out the white boy you know he gone shake it
[tag 2]:
paven this s— crazy

[verse 2]:
how ’bout i run the muhfu–in check up
did it again, but i ain’t lil tecca
n—a’s want friends, but they ain’t boutta pressure
wanna real n—a but, you ain’t a steppa
what you gon say when a n—a be on it
f–k all em enemies, don’t need opponents
poppin’ his head and it look like a donut
rock with the feds, you think i ain’t notice?
get off my wave, you see how we rocking
better be livin’ the way you be talking
cuz’ i ain’t gon play when a n—a get shot and
talk to the feds, i know they be watching
talking to much, and you know i ain’t got options
driving the truck, and we leave ’em in coffins
i’m f–king with fame, but you don’t know my name
live by the coast, and i die by the fame
eat what you serve, when you go to the game
open my eyes everytime it’s the same
(open my eyes everytime it’s the same)

[outro]:
(gunshot)

- dasgasdom3

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