Lasiera – Dolla Fo Dolla

Lasiera – Dolla Fo Dolla Lyrics

Artist: Lasiera
Song: Dolla Fo Dolla

Yeah n#gg#, it’s whatever
Yeah b#tch, it’s whatever (huah)
Yeah, i am
(let’s get it)

I’ll never let my n#gg#s down
Nah, i never put some choppas down (never)
Hit your b#tch when i come in town
She ain’t never let a n#gg# down (yeah)

No fake sh#t no bbl
My real n#gg#s they cvl
I walk around his mansion with my booty shorts and a ginger ale
Blog put a n#gg# business out

Knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
I got opps i don’t know about
Stand on business, we don’t talk about it (shh)
Don’t ask no questions

Ion hear nun
Got b#tches scared
Cuz ion fear none
Namе buzzin like a stun gun

But i come through with that one and donе
We do real numbers, real chef, benihana’s
I’ll take a n#gg# under
Watch three-hundred, these is yeezy’s

‘fore they drop (yeah), call ’em dondas
Jay said i got the thunder
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 fame of drug dealers
Yo gotti, he be runnin’ ’round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f#ck n#gg#s (shh)

Big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n#gg#s
n#gg#s say they slidin’, nobody dyin’ though (oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta

We can go thottie for thottie
I’m scholarship gotti, you gave a b#tch a birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Jump on the track and get it poppin’ (poppin)

These b#tches need to stop rapping that nonsense
Thinkin’ they f#ckin’ with me and they not
I get it poppin’ like grease in the pot (pot)
n#gg#s just rapping about guns and get shot (shot)

I got gorillas they bringing that snot
Pull up in the game, take a rap b#tch spot
I got the sauce word to drake you know it’s hot
(huah)

I put 100 thou on my chest (aye)
Look at the flick of the wrist (yea)
My vvs’s so crisp, loud got a lisp
Ain’t no more opps on the list

Stop sending out shots, you b#tches get dismissed
These rappers i’m schooling, they not passing the quiz
I stacked up a million, then put it on my wrist
My network got these b#tches feeling dissed

(you mad?)
b#tch, you mad? i can’t help that
n#gg#s, you broke? there ain’t no chit-chat
Verse 3: yo gotti}

I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
Young n#gg#s sick, young n#gg# ill
All of my n#gg#s 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#gg#s stallers
None of my n#gg#s 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#gg#s doin’ the same sh#t every day (shit every day)
Different n#gg#, 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
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From the album:
CM10: Free Game (Side B) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2011