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lil eric lynn - dakoda boutilier lyrics

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[pre chorus]
plaid fall shirt, retro j’s with worn d*ckies
f*ck fo’ b*tches, hit the switch, poppin’ wheelies
on the way to pick up jimmy’s
poppin’ bottles of the ginger
star shawty ridin’ wit’ me
probably poppin’ sh*t on tinder
f*ck and suck my c*ck
shawty starrin’ as a singer
police rollin’ past
sh*t, i give the pig a finger
stalkers watch the kid
always plottin’ up a hit
f*ck it, ftp
f*ck the cop and f*ck his b*tch

[chorus]
still a white boy, guess i’ll never stay wit’ her
grew up in the ghetto ‘fore i came a coke dealer
rockin’ gator with chinchilla
steal yo b*tch, i bet i reel her
lil’ knockin’ up yo hoe
while ya locked up, no filla
still a white boy, guess i’ll never stay wit’ her
grew up in the ghetto ‘fore i came a coke dealer
rockin’ gator with chinchilla
steal yo b*tch, i bet i reel her
lil’ knockin’ up yo hoe
while ya locked up, no filla
[verse 1]
platinum dime k!lla
alexander, tall cans b*tch
band after band
hoe you need a new man’s b*tch
step to these dogs b*tch
you run into these hands b*tch
chillin’ gettin’ baked
think i gotta make the plan switch
key’s for the lamb, born to feed the fam
rippin’ up my city like my name is tarzan
finna pop a xan then i’ll fly back to the 80’s
f*ckin’ bad b*tches in a brand new black mercedes
swingin’ rocks and trees, georgie jungle of the land
poundin’ bad b*tches in the club, godd*mn!
holdin’ down sh*t, and i stays out with the bl!cky
twenty eight b*tches always down to f*ck quickly
aware i’m not from macy or come close compared to jay*z
rhyme schemes split electrons i’ve been born to spit an az
daily rollercoaster try notorious lil ceaser
illuminati fed me scripture
mortal power hungry reaper
?
coolest k!ller settin’ trends
realest player, rapper, dealer
slangin’ yayo, pimpin’ tens
[chorus]
still a white boy, guess i’ll never stay wit’ her
grew up in the ghetto ‘fore i came a coke dealer
rockin’ gator with chinchilla
steal yo b*tch, i bet i reel her
lil’ knockin’ up yo hoe
while ya locked up, no filla

[verse 2]
buck sh*ll hit my benz
oxycotten came an issue
suicidal like i’m cobain
all this cocaine, still i miss you
b*tch need a tissue, what the f*ck is yo issue

[pre chorus]
plaid fall shirt, retro j’s with worn d*ckies
f*ck fo’ b*tches, hit the switch, poppin’ wheelies
way to pick up jimmy’s
poppin’ bottles of the ginger
star shawty ridin’ wit’ me
probably poppin’ sh*t on tinder
she f*ck and suck my c*ck
shawty starrin’ as a singer
police rollin’ past
sh*t, i give the pig a finger
stalkers watch the kid
always plottin’ up a hit
b*tch, f*ck it, ftp
and i’m finna f*ck his b*tch, rich
[chorus]
still a white boy, guess i’ll never stay wit’ her
grew up in the ghetto ‘fore i came a coke dealer
rockin’ gator with chinchilla
steal yo b*tch, i bet i reel her
lil’ knockin’ up yo hoe
while ya locked up, no filla

[outro]
stalkers watch the kid
always plottin’ up a hit
f*ck the cop and f*ck his b*tch
still a white boy, guess i’ll never stay wit’ her
grew up in the ghetto ‘fore i came a coke dealer
rockin’ gator with chinchilla
steal yo b*tch, i bet i reel her
lil’ knockin’ up yo hoe
while ya locked up, no filla

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