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letra de dey on my dick now - la da boomman

[chorus: j. futuristic]
see i done made a lot of money
got a little statis
dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now
made a little money, got a lot of statis
now dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
waka flocka!
wait a minute, why go?
crowd going flacko
damb, i hit the high score
when i hit the stage, got them screeming like an opra
got these haters sick, somebody call a doctor
they on my d-ck now, cause i got that hit now
i bet them haters friends now, boy, i’m getting rich now
no more hitting licks now
locked my ceo up, but he bout to be free now

[verse 2: roscoe dash]
roscoe dash!
got a little money, got a little statis
now they on my d-ck, cause i’m living lavish
roscoe dash, i’ sware i’m such a savage
say she want my d-ck, got this b-tch screeming out my ad libs
slap slap slap
damb i got that loud
pop me a bean just to power up, i’m so turned up right now
2 bottles of goose, that’s an absolute
you know it’s going down
roscoe dash, i’m so turned up, stuck and i can’t turn down

[chorus: j. futuristic]
see i done made a lot of money
got a little statis
dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now
made a little money, got a lot of statis
now dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now

[verse 3: la da boomman]
stupid -ss b-tch, still asking for dollars
i already f-cked, now my mn-gg- tryna holler
got no time for these b-tches, too busy throwin paper
now i’m in the club, screeming “f-ck you” to a hater
you ain’t gotta like me, but i’m still getting money
they on my d-ck with the remix, and i’m still going dummy
booman boomin, that’s the moddo of the year
and shouts to waka flocka, bet them haters disappear

[chorus: j. futuristic]
see i done made a lot of money
got a little statis
dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now
made a little money, got a lot of statis
now dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now

[verse 4: j. futuristic]
now i got this gualla, she all over me
said she be chacing, wannna twitter follo me
but it ain’t nothing new, count a million with the cheese
bring in packs and run it back, the statis on the streets
want a verse, cut that cheque up
for a milly i’m straight
i was robbing in my rari, we went and smashed it up in that state
got a house up on the lake, all the sauce up on that stake
groupies try to holler now, i got that cheque, they super late

[verse 5: yung la]
i’m strapped up like veelo
i shoot with a deelo
i’m crossed up, so hold it
got white folks all on me
my statis is greater
we ball like the lakers
this school teacher leading, i hand out the paper
all in the same cars
all the same brauds
we are the solar, sun, moon and stars
all feends come
groupies and guns
we are the solar, the sun, moon and stars

[chorus: j. futuristic]
see i done made a lot of money
got a little statis
dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now
made a little money, got a lot of statis
now dey on my d-ck now
they on my sh-t now

- la da boomman

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