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Uno Paper Boi - DOLLA FO DOLLA lyrics

Artist: Uno Paper Boi

album: DOLLA FO DOLLA


Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, I am
Cris
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I'll never put them choppas down (never)
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down (yeah)
Aye (aye) We strapped up and you know
That we load that 45. We be toting
That Ak-47 shit you know that ho
Be going (damn)
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down then switch 'em out (yeah)
I got opps I don't know about (I don't know about)
Stand on business, we don't talk about it (shh)
Aye (Aye) keep my name out month (what)
You be capin a lot (damn) you like the pack
I sold you some mid grade
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's (yeah)
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred, these the new Yeezy's
'Fore they drop (yeah), call 'em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder (woo)
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (legend)
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers (steppin')
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you lil' niggas (be quiet)
Niggas say they slidin', nobody dyin' though
(Niggas say they slidin', nobody dyin') oh
Your net worth in the Forbes, but what was they lyin' 'fore?
(You in the Forbes but why is they lyin'?) yeah
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
(Cris) I gave your girl some knowledge
Then I put her ass through college
Move bitch I gotta move quick cause
That money steady callin. Street nigga
So I hustle never been no buster and I
Keep that heat up on me like I'm DWade
Pussy niggas steady talking but they ain't
About that action dollah fo' dollah i jumped
Off the porch at a young age getting money
In 3 ways Asian bitch going both ways
Me and Gotti made it rain on a Sunday
Made it rain made it rain
Made it rain on a Sunday
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just bought into DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it (tanked it)
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (uh)
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 janky"
Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless (dumbass)
Rolls Royce stainless (steel)
Made my neighborhood famous (for real)
Rich cribs for tourists (for tourists)
Ayy, why yo' jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless, all my niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctified, they be throwin' crosses
All my Forgi's offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I see the same niggas doin'
The same shit every day (same shit every day)
Different nigga, yeah,
I had to go and make a way (yeah, I hadgo and make a way)
Any day, it's another million-dollar play
It's like seventy mil' now, 'nother hundred on the way

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