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understand me - dolla dame & wop dell lyrics

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[intro]
(trapgod a.d)

[chorus: dolla dame]
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in these streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in the streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
i got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me
[verse 1: dolla dame]
n*ggas better hit the floor when that k kick
you ain’t even talkin’ money, then don’t say sh*t
i been coupin’ since a youngin, ridin’ sp*ceships
i take a bad b*tch and treat her like she basic
we got red and blue pills like the matrix
i fell in love with pink tens, watch me take this
i tried to f*ck her for an hour, she couldn’t take d*ck
i’m on the plane with thirty p’s, i just take trips
i touched down and got ’em gone, it was a great fit
how you rich with fake ice? it don’t make sense
if he reach, a n*gga die tryna take this
n*gga, all headshots, f*ck a facelift

[chorus: dolla dame]
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in these streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in the streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
i got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me

[verse 2: wop dell]
kamikaze wop, i’m actin’ dumb, i gotta tuck the bomb
i need a plunger, all this sh*t, i can’t flush this time
she want me to meet her family, but i f*cked her mom
do you got tints on your whip in a tucking spot?
in person, you a b*tch, why the f*ck you act so hood?
fingers break down exotic, time to fill the backwood
n*ggas thought that i was eatin’, i wasn’t even havin’ food
and he thinkin’ i won’t run off with his sh*t, i actually would
n*ggas probably wanna k!ll me, why the f*ck you rap so good?
think i’m doing sh*t for free, well, that’s misunderstood
before i go broke like joc, wait, they got me rappin’ dugg
pack in the mail, now it’s gone, oh, wait, i’m rappin’ suge
[chorus: dolla dame]
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in these streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me
if you seen it how i seen it, you would probably understand me
why i’m in the streets sellin’ bags like candy
why i keep pimpin’ on a b*tch named sandy
i got it on my own, ain’t sh*t a n*gga hand me

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