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letra de serving the plug - dora & dolly

[hook: dora]
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
dude down on xan, he mixed it with ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
he down on xan, he down on ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
dude down on xan, he mixed it with ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
he down on xan, he down on ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah

[verse 1: dolly]
i’m cuffin’ that bag, i’m cuffin’ that bag
and i’m feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
you talkin’ ’bout cash, you runnin’ up racks
and livin’ good, h-ll yeah
jimmy choos all on my feet
diamonds, they all over me
ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
please do not get too close to me
baggin’ these n-gg-s like groceries
had to stay down ’til they noticed me
my sh-t on negative 4 degrees
no hoe in my blood, ain’t no hoe in me
i’m with the bullsh-t, don’t approach me
i’m walkin’ [?] on me
they screamin’, “hey dolly,” i’m lowkey
i fronted him bags of the og
[hook: dora]
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
dude down on xan, he mixed it with ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
he down on xan, he down on ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
i fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
dude down on xan, he mixed it with ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah
he down on xan, he down on ten
he’s feelin’ real good, h-ll yeah

[verse 2: young thug]
i’m drivin’ my car, i took me a bar
i pull up the mas’, h-ll yeah
i used to be young, i used to be small
but i do it larger now
these lil bitty boys, better not start
i’ll shoot ’em to god, yeah, yeah
i love when them boys droppin’, they ain’t hard
i’ma pull their card, oh yah
ayy, hey do your thing, i ain’t stoppin’ you
my b-tch want the money like prost-tutes
i tell her to wait like a copper do
i’ll tell her dora and tell dolly too
their informant buy everything
p-ssy n-gg-, better know they watchin’ you
free unfunk, i got the rolls royce
now they lookin’ sour like a lemon do
i was standin’ on the block
and i had on some jimmy choos, ayy
never met a n-gg- dude name crazy
and i was the general, ayy
when my brother died, i lost my heart
and i lost my ceilin’ too, ayy
lil dora tell these p-ssy n-gg-s what you gotta say

[verse 3: dora]
pull up sprayin’, f-ck with the clan
i’m ready to die, h-ll yeah
ain’t no free bands if you ain’t the fam
yeah it’s whatever
your talk is cheap, i got the ap
and it shine bright like the whip
you n-gg-s done told, you n-gg-s done fold
you n-gg-s know y’all know better
i told my bro, i told my sis i got ’em
that’s what matters
i keep my work and i got a lot right here
and it’s guarded with the ‘reta
thugga i told you ’bout the bankroll
these n-gg-s can’t make us sweat
we on the road, sold out shows
i thank god for that

- dora dolly

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