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letra de dolla fo dolla - lucas omni

dolla fo dolla lyrics
[intro: yo gotti]
yeah n—a it’s whatever
yeah b-tch it’s whatever
yeah, i am

[verse 1: yo gotti]
i’d never let my n—as down
and i’d never but some choppers down
hit your b-tch when i come in town
she ain’t ever let a n—a down

[verse 2: lucas omni]
aye yeah
aye, rolls royce truck cost a hunnid
bad lil bih, why you frontin’
getting my money on the front end
got the trap jumpin’ like jumpman

[verse 3: yo gotti]
blogs put a n—a business out
knock em’ down then switch em’ out
i got ops i don’t know about
stand on business we don’t talk about it

[verse 4: lucas omni]
keep my pocket rocket for a p-ssy
how are you feeling ? oh, i’m feeling goodie
open my blunt then i sprinkle in cookie
i got that b-tch and she giving me cudi
[verse 5: yo gotti]
we do real numbers
real shelf, benihana’s
i’d take a n—a under
watch 300
these the new yeezy
before they drop yeah, call em’ dondas
jay say i got the thunder
prayed to god for the runners
whole pandemic all i seen was snowies
like i missed the summer, put it on my momma
yo gotti, he a hall of fame drug dealer
yo gotti, he be running round with real k!llers
hush gang, he be frontin’ on f-ck n—as
big stepper. we stomp on you lil n—as
n—as say they siding, n0body dying though
oh, they working the four
but what was they lying for

[chorus: yo gotti]
yeah, go dolla fo dolla
shotta fo shotta
we can go thottie for thottie
i’m scholarship gotti
you gave a b-tch a birkin
i just gave her some knowledge
[verse 6: lucas omni]
i got no worries hakuna matata
i’m f-cking b-tches they know that i got it
she roll up my blunt and she roll off narcotics
i’m f-cking that b-tch oh she feeling erotic
ah, p-ssy boy ain’t what we on
king of my city like leon
driving the boat like elon
i be smoking on gas on freon
like i got yo gotti with me
cmg and omg
i knew that girl for the streets
so i just f-ck her and leave ah
i got the money on me
bout a 100k all green
smell like za b-tch i reek
i been shipping out packs all week
yeah, yeah

[verse 7: yo gotti]
i’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
young n-ggas sick, young n-gga ill
all of my n-ggas united
just ballin’ to dc united
i gave him the pack and he tanked it (tanked it)
twenty-five pints and he dranked it (uhh)
just showed her my account and she fainted (on god)
showed him the plug and he thanked me (you welcome)
“ayy, gotti you low, you jankie”
lil’ b-tch just posted me, brainless (dumbass)
rolls royce stainless (steel)
made my neighbourhood famous (for real)
rich catch for tourists (for tourists)
ayy, why yo’ jewellery blury?
all my jewellery flawless, all my n-ggas stallers
none of my n-ggas sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
all my forgies offset
all my diamonds factory set
that my lil’ savage, i stamped that
my b-tch like the sunset, yeah
i see the same n-ggas doin’ the same sh-t every day (sh-t every day)
different n-gga, yeah, i had to go and make a way (go and make a way)
any day, it’s another million-dollar plate
it’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

- lucas omni

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