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letra de stuntin - lil dotti

[nick dotti]
tryna make money, stuntin with the whole team
tryna live it up turn my life to a dream
tryna keep my neck icy and your b-tch clean. and she a wifey
im rapping for the clout, tryna make bank
with that hatin’ sh-t, gotta knock it out, you know im stuntin
yeah your b-tch, she follow me, she is very fond of me
maybe f-ck her then i kick her out
maybe i’m wrong with the gang sh-t but i still got my gang b-tch
im rappin’ now im trappin’
your b-tch keep on yappin while im tappin
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
im going to the top
[inaudible]

coronavirus now everybody online
i wrote this song as a “f-ck you” to the haters i ain’t do nothing
yeah, your b-tch, ima get to stuffin
pretty ass b-tch, yeah you look like mclovin
tell me its fair that you’re a b-tch yeah
you’re built like a pear
i try walking, they stop and they stare
im loose with the game yeah
im getting cash you know how it do
and these clothes you cannot wear
verse 2:
[lil dotti]
rocking my chains, nothing but ice
make it so cold you cannot bear
i know you’re a fan i know all you stories
you look like a guy out of the toy stories
all the fakes gon’ come back now
all you haters tryna back down
all these b-tches hatin behind their screens, i dont mind it im chasing a dream

gotta make a bag, gotta run it up just to brag
keep a hundred on me, pretty soon ima cop a jag
runnin’ it up and you know pretty soon your house, ima own that
i dont even try on these songs, wrote this sh-t in a minute
recorded on iphone

now your b-tch texing “im home alone!”
yeah she won’t leave me alone
probably because im dripping vlone
maybe because im s-xy, honestly dont bother me
im going to the top turning 17
now your b-tch tryna get on top of me, tryna get all freaky
yeah thats funny, cuz you the clown you thought you could beat me

keep talking, yeah you’ll get dropped
some of the homies would love to see you get popped
yeah im white, and i ain’t hood
but i guarantee, life ain’t good
got all the time, yet nothing seems right
nothing enough, n0body sees you as bright
got straight a’s in class, mama always on my ass
tryna get that cash and my dad yells “son go cut the grass”

i ain’t with that sh-t ima be right in a bit
its about the wait

gotta grind never give up
everybody hatin but they going nowhere
no future, no status up there
pop out in designer, wake up like “which should i wear?”
“chanel?” “gucci?” i dont know
simeon on the spot
get dropped like a dime
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
tryna bust it on me now
because im making it out
that your b-tch back? cuz im breaking it
yeah your b-tch gon be mad when she hear i made a hit
because your girl is singing “it is not my fualt”
you ain’t really lit
“where your money?”
we know you ain’t making it
we know you got b-tches, but you running your mouth
and you fat, ima call you 6ix9ine with tits
now its time to back off
you lost now, boys bouta catch the mac off
even if i pop a cap off with that shootin sh-t
hes like sh-t lets just calm down
except im next up, b-tch

- lil dotti

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