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Tyler Gray
On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh Niggas Please I don't want no drama Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh Take your bih to Bahamas Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa Crib for my momma at Milana Wrist presidential, status like Obama Pretty bastard only a player n a lover Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana My money longer looks like army with recruit's Money coming in with a ringtone fluent Gucci belt, Dolce Gabana boots What ice to choose, all em give you a flu Stand still, wanna sneeze hachoo Cologne, fragrance hit you like peek a boo Hop in the McClaren than i switcheroo Light the cookie what the f*ck gon popo gon do, oou What the f*ck I dance so cold feel like Billy jean Hoes wanna f*ck tryna get young dagger dick Thunder an lighting All Lord's fighting Oh God I'm getting excited Quarter mill flying private Yeah I just need no stylist My style to good its auto pilot, ouu Fucking on yo bitch all private yeah I don't need no Kings Feel like Billy Jean Oh my God on Tings I'm just getting bad tings I like smoke on weed Smokin weed, then pass the Trill Trill Gang right till the day I die Hit that bitch right from behind I Never tell no hoe goodbye On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh Niggas Please I don't want no drama Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh Take your bih to Bahamas Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa Crib for my momma at Milana Wrist presidential, status like Obama Pretty bastard only a player n a lover Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana Dolce Gabbana I did this shit for my momma I never been in Milana I got a bitch she lives in Montana Call her Rihanna Bitch I'm a Rasta, yes I smoke Ganja Talk shit about you Nigga don't trust you We trap we hustle We were crazy in the mosh pit Got a bitch in the mosh pit All you do is just talk shit I'm in the streets with my shawty Yeah I'm chilling with my woodies We here to chill we sipping 40 yeah She fucking with my chommie Whites dancing on my tracks While I'm busy making stack's Put your city on the map Kill tracks on the lab Make them beg for your tracks Let them know you so mad yeah Fly to Diego Stacking my money Lego When I drop it's feugo She wanna come with the fellow Cause I'm dripping sauce like mayo Everybody I've been chilling I am Gatti Call me Gatti $cooter F*ck these bitches Young Tutor On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh Niggas Please I don't want no drama Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh Take your bih to Bahamas Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa Crib for my momma at Milana Wrist presidential, status like Obama Pretty bastard only a player n a lover Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana