Letra de My Daddy’s Son - Dame D.O.L.L.A.

(Feat. Lil Wayne)

(Nonstop)

I tried to be solid but so many niggas be fakin' this shit

Beef with my girl, and somehow, they thought my spot was vacant again

Like Dame out the house and I know that he probably complacent again

See me out and get bloody mouth, I embrace the revenge

Check the 'Gram, boy, I'm straight with my hands

I only do family, don't play with no friends

Cross me, you done, we ain't makin' amends

Millions to blow, boy, I play with them bands

You ain't from the hood, we ain't playin' in sand

Too solid for niggas

Got some Prada, now they proud of you, nigga

Poppin' out, they poppin' out with you, nigga

Ain't got a B but I got me some figures, I'm different

Speak on me wrong, I create a lil' distance

So many people fell off on the mission

Bad Boy like Diddy or Zeke on the Pistons

Love how I speak, I'm a G, it's consistent

I know they call so many niggas GOAT, but they ain't complete the assignment

So mamy things need alignment

Pressure on me, it's a diamond

I get thirty every night easy

Hoes catch a vibe when they see me

On a new level, they PeeWee

Ass fat, palm her like Keke, yeah

I know I'm meant for the top

Theres just no better example

I should start sellin' a manual, uh

I'm like Kyrie with the handles, yeah

Gucci from head to the sandals, uh

Fifty-one million, that's annual

Get to it quickly, Immanuel

I'm too real to be canceled

Matchin' vibes by Louie, certified

Foreign whips, you niggas know the time

I was him way before my prime

Dolla 'cause I tend to the dimes

I fuck up a check

'Cause my pockets deeper than most of these niggas

Just know they gon' give me repsect

I don't play no games or do jokes with these niggas

I don't play no games or do jokes with these niggas

Go hard in the paint, I go post on these niggas

These niggas campaign, I don't vote for these niggas

Ain't got no champagne, I got toast for these niggas

Smoke somethin'

I walk with a limp like I broke somethin'

I like that uzi, spit like a loogie

It sound like it's clearin' his throat for 'em

Feds takin' pics, I'ma pose for 'em

All on my dick like I know somethin'

Niggas want they flowers, then grow some

I come to this funeral and throw somethin'

Money and the power, I got both of 'em

Bugatti tsunami for sure comin'

I caught the salami and cold cut 'em

I'm like Aaron Rogers, no huddle

And I'ma put all my niggas down, I'ma put all my bitches up

Them niggas too small to be biggin' 'em up

And I start all my cars with digital touch

If I reach for the stars, them bitches get touched

And if she lick my balls, my dick gon' go nuts

And no fleas on my dogs ever since we was pups

And them flies on the wall never listen to us

And I keep the operation for cooperation

Ain't nobody safe, I know the combination

You gon' pay donation if we tolerate ya

Shawty body fake, I know the opp is faker

Her lips is workin' like a occupation

I will pistol whip ya, I will bobblehead ya

I will discontinue, discombobulate ya

You ain't talkin' money, that's a non-versation

Stop playin', lil' bitch

Moolah baby

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