lirik lagu dolla - like this
[hook: akon]
i see you in the corner peepin slowly
just keep in mind that i’m not your homie
i keep it tucked in my pants
that’s why i don’t dance
when you see my i be boppin slowly
what?
like this
like what?
like this
like what?
when you see my i be boppin slowly
what?
like this
like what?
like this
like what?
when you see my i be boppin slowly
[verse 1: dolla]
ey i don’t dance (nah) i don’t lean (nah)
i don’t rock i’mma gangsta ya mean
burner in my pants send you closer to your dreams
posted in the stance ey fitted on lean
i got them hoes in a trance like “d~mn who is he?”
young country n~gga gettin’ money by the g’s
you don’t know me, atlantas best kept secret
way more flyer than that n~gga that you sleep with
look at my tayer make this sh~t look easy
stay out my snicks, (ey) these ain’t cheap (no)
shoes that i buy broke n~ggas gotta lease
in the club with the goons make room for some g’s
bottom fitted (yep), dolla do his thing (yep)
same old 2 step, throwin up my set
blue rag to the left, pants hanging off my ass
in the middle of the club talkin sh~t throwin cash
[verse 2: dolla]
ey, i’m the man, (yep), i’m the man (yep)
boppin left to right see the giant sw~ng
ya’ll know the name, they call me dolla dolla
in the club poppin’ bottles posted up with a model
n~ggas think we hit the lotto
hollows and a toasta
keep it on my hip always safety in the holster
homicide soldiers, ya’ll can’t approach us
all my n~ggas with it, knock your head off your shoulders
homie move over, i see you n~ggas peepin
but look too long and you might start leakin
n~ggas get to reachin’ you n~ggas get to bleedin
couple rounds of fire, mothaf~ckers get to leavin
nutty like seaman, dolla have you leanin
hatin’ ass n~ggas see the young boy gleaming
this is my city (yep)
this is my turf (yep)
stand up n~gga now you d~ck in the dirt, yes sir
[verse 3: dolla]
ey, she a groupie (ye), she a groupie (ye)
hit the telly with the b~tch cus she choosie
you can’t out do me, dolla too fresh
lookin like a million bucks what the f~ck you expect?
you can’t digest a n~gga like this (no)
50 thousten orange layin on my chest
i bang my set: g.a.n.g
ain’t a n~gga in the city do it quiet like me
in a fresh white t, boss n~gga of the a
walk right through the line, homeboy i don’t pay
everybody my birthday, n~gga what you know about it
nina serfina on my hip cus i don’t go without it
it’s over crowded when i’m in it cus the whole hood with me
i ain’t leavin til it’s over and the whole club empty
do it like it’s 99 all the d~mn time
in the middle of the flow drinkin’ liquor blowin pines
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