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letra de in the club - dolla

[verse 1:]
look out i’m so high in the sky gotta look out for power lines
got blue diamonds n-ggas call me mr. caroline
fresh a paralones and these not cheap
each shoe i buy bout 350 each
if i stand on my wallet imma grow 3 feet
i hustle hard n-gga being broke not me
i’m bout the law n-gga see i run these streets
the game one big p-ssy and i’m bout to go deep
i don’t sleep got a fleet of young hustlers
i’m a a-town n-gga with some l.a. muscle
i’m not usher but yes i got it bad
only 18 makin more money than your dad
not from rap not movin no script
never meet a young n-gga that can hustle like this
rappin is a hobby if i wanted i can quit
and go back to the streets go back to the bricks

[verse 2:]
pull up in some four call it european stuntin
blue and pink diamonds got em sick to they stomach
now what you vomit, sh-t i been flossin
homeboy to the prince of the a this is nothin
push the b-tton listen to my engine start
dolla funky fresh like i got dressed with a fart
now play your part shes a pigeon i’m a spark
get money up and down like mickey d’s arch
i get the keys then you can’t see the keys
like pianos in the dark
ey i got a purple heart
dope boy man i don’t fear sh-t
i said the gang holdin tight while you n-ggas loosin grip
man don’t slip take your shoes off your lips
run your mouth like a woman f-ck boy your not hip
and i’m this i’m that i’m it
just to sum it all up overall i’m the sh-t

- dolla

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