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letra de roll a dutch - dior don

what’s his name?
ouhboy (ouhboy)
yeah, it’s great

[eishyaherd]
bro, got me f-cked up
wait til’ i get my money straight, then you f-cked up
put a dumb b-tch in her f-ckin’ place, that tough love
rollin’ around in the “e”, with a pack of that skunk stuff
you n-ggas smokin’ cilantro
got me a dragon, who say that she party
my n-gga, i turn into pop smoke
and she gotta fatty, i swear that i’ll wreck it
i told her to run me the top
baby, you love me or not
think she in-love with my rocks
i think it’s the way that i flex in these crocs
(ooh, yeah)
you n-ggas with crocs, f-ckin’ with no socks
eishyaherd on the block, call cops
fall back, lil’ n-gga, you a flop
call back, if the b-tch got a drop
hard astro, gold ass watch
tall grass and the snakes, they flock
my demons and angles, they dance to this
lil’ n-gga, you watch
(yeah) shoutsout to my squad
wagwan, to my block
moonrock
smoke good, eat good
make your, “boo” watch
f-ck you n-ggas thought this was
this ain’t no schoolyard
i can show you how to do it (how to do it, yeah, aye, how to do it)
roll that f-ckin’ dutch, man, my n-ggas smokin’ stars in this b-tch
roll that dutch up, my n-ggas smokin’ stars in this b-tch
roll that dutch up, n-gga go to mars in this b-tch
roll that dutch up (roll that dutch up)

[dior don]
don’t try to act sl!ck, young jhit, you a python
big don, f-ck n-gga, i’m an icon
b-tch, i’m below 35 with my ice on
i just want to f-ck, i’m not a shoulder you can cry on
shawty want to get freaky with the lights on
give her the pipe, i got something you can ride on
shawty want to get freaky with the lights on
give her the pipe, i got something you can (wait)
giuseppe k, 2k, don’t step on it
woke up with money on my mind, cause i slept on it
put a price on his head, then we bet on it
drivin’ through the night, see an opp, so we crept on him
i feel like a god
don’t tread on me
you was talkin’ gang so much, where the rest of em’
walk in the party, air it out, i keep a tec on me
bust on a b-tch, like confetti
grippin’ on her thigh while she’s driving, keep it steady
finna hit the party, let me know when your ready
hangin’ with the bro’s, so she know that i’m petty
puff one to the face, smoke my greens, eat my veggies
like my b-tches independent, pass em’ if they get too friendly
totin’ automatics, lever lackin’, we got plenty
and your bro’s, ain’t your bro’s, if they hate to see you winnin’ (facts)

- dior don

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